So I visited a Sephardic shul in midtown east for my Friday night meal under the sukkah. The place was beautiful. The singing had a Middle Eastern twang. The food was unidentifiable except for something called “kipe” that Dominicans eat and call the same thing. So, while I may look Sephardic…or at least Israeli according to the woman who waited for the Shabbat elevator with me (um, I couldn’t find the stairs), I do not think my stomach is Sephardic. I barely made it through services Saturday morning. Luckily, the chazzan was louder than my stomach growling and howling.

Maya’s to-do list is making my jealous. I really need to learn read, speak and think in Hebrew. I really need to read the entire Torah with commentary. I really need to learn the prayer for after the bathroom (especially given my IBS issues). I really need to consider looking for another job if my boss considers being anti-Semitic part of her job description. I REALLY want to go to Israel this summer. Okay, maybe I’ll even consider moving next, next spring if I have major help.

Not off topic. Going with Ig’s suggestion of bonding with my Jewish peeps, I spent the night with Nina and her mom who is in a Jewish home in Morningside Heights. I am always awed by spending time with parents and children because it is a foregin concept to me. Must call Dad before three months have passed. Whoops. Tomorrow it’s lunch with Rachel and we’re eating kosher because of moi. Didn’t make it to the cool little birthday party for the girl I met once (Karen!) because I ended up hanging with the gentiles (Esther!) and watching U2 videos and plotting the destruction (or sueing) of the principal. I really want to thank the G-d upstairs for helping me find a cab only two seconds after I stopped cursing the weather and thought to ask the big dude upstairs for one. Sweet.

By the way, keeping an eye out on apartments in Washington Heights. Devora, sit down for this, there is an apartment–two bedrooms–on Wadsworth Avenue and 188th Street. Woman, I just moved here in April. Breathe. Seriously, wow.

Okay, grades due tomorrow and an overdue project in my other class. Ouch.