I know it’s hard to tell, but the picture above is some sort of minivan with a Menorah on top. I spotted it about a block away from home and decided that I had to stop and get a picture to share with some of my Jewish friends. The driver of the vehicle opened his door and asked if I was Jewish, and I answered that I wasn’t, “but I have a Jewish friend!” He asked if I thought she had a Menorah. As if I knew. He opened up the back of the vehicle to give me a Menorah, and if it turns out that my friend has one already, then I should instruct her to pass it along to a Jewish person who doesn’t have one. Then came the best part: he offered me a donut.
It wasn’t the best donut I’ve ever had, by any stretch of the imagination, but it was still a free donut.
When I got home, I’d received a letter in the mail. Apparently I haven’t been accepted into the teaching assistants program for the spring semester. The letter very kindly explained that there were an unusually high number of applicants (“it’s not you, it’s me…”) this year. That was a bit of a disappointment, but at least now I don’t have to worry about trying to make up three hours of missed work every week next semester, which might be an especially difficult time at work for that. I can reapply next fall with a year of grad school under my belt.
Finally, Thursday will mark my completion of 90% of my first three decades alive. In simpler terms, I’ll be 27 years young. Don’t forget to buy me a cake 🙂