People like to say that living in New York transforms us into creatures who are cut from the toughest cloth, but I have Israel to thank for my most fortifying experiences. I’ve lived and worked there during a time of war, have felt and seen rockets explode overhead, have hiked through miles of hidden villages and have gotten thoroughly lost in the crevices of her old cities. The most transformative night I’ve had in the country, however, happened not at the Kotel or Masada, but on a still December evening in an unassuming village near Dimona.
For the sake of promoting “diversity,” New York University housing policies will no longer allow incoming freshman to choose a roommate based on religious compatibility, raising concern and anxiety among Sabbath observant students. Roommate assignments, said NYU, will be primarily based “on geographic diversity" rather than personal choice. Upperclassman, however, may choose to have roommates of the opposite sex, even if they share a religion.
American Jewish students express commitment to staying put, while NYU suspends its Tel Aviv program.
Mitchell Nathanson’s calls to Israel increased when Ahmed al-Jabari died in Gaza.
Nathanson, an attorney from West Hempstead, L.I., whose daughter and step-daughter are spending this year in separate post-high school intensive Torah study seminary programs in Israel, realized that Hamas rocket attacks from Gaza would intensify after the Israeli Army last week assassinated al-Jabari, Hamas’ military commander.
The father, Dr. David Kreiner, married a nurse. Their son, Dr. Jason Kreiner, married another physician. Rites have changed in 37 years.
“I knew I’d marry someone who is hard-working,” says Jason. And indeed Robyn Epstein was working hard when the two met. In the fall of 2006, Robyn was beginning her first year at Sackler School of Medicine at Tel Aviv University, and Jason was a second-year student.
This past Sunday, the president of New York University issued a mass e-mail apology to students and staff. The day after Yom Kippur might sound like a sensible day for issuing apologies, but the question is whether John Sexton actually needed to make a Mea Culpa.
As an incoming sophomore at Brandeis University, an editor for a campus newspaper, a prospective business, psychology, undecided major and an active Jewish student on campus, my professional, extracurricular and Jewish worlds rarely overlap. But this summer, as one of 41 Jewish college students in the Collegiate Leadership Internship Program (CLIP), I am challenging myself to ask, “Why not?”