...is taking place in the Orthodox world on campus. Socially, not during services but after, slowly but surely I seem to be becoming a guy. The guys talk to me and include me in their conversations over bagels after minyan. It is as if I have crossed gender lines and putting on tefillin publicly in the morning makes me a man.
The girls, on the other hand, are lost and confused at best. They don't understand why I need to put on tefillin at all, let alone in public, and some of them are getting...I think awkward is the best word, and distant.
I honestly don't understand what the big fuss is about. Everybody knew that I put on tefillin in my room. Tefillin in my room, tefillin with a minyan; what on earth is the difference?
One of my roommates commented last night that she just didn't understand why I felt the need to do this publicly. So I stared her down and asked, "I don't know. Why do men need to do it publicly?" Her answer was that you "need a minyan for so many things," so I simply responded, "Exactly."
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- I am a bipolar, Jewish young adult (had my Hebrew birthday, the one I count, and turned 23 this past January) who also suffers from Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy. I love life and I live for my best friends: they are my purpose and my reason for trying so hard. I remain passionately devoted to those I love; I will not let my disorders make me totally self-centered. I like to read, write, and sew. My Rabbinical school plans did not work out, and I am now hoping to go into the field of Early Childhood Education. Please note: I am currently maintaining only Carried in His Hands. Enjoy!
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