Blessings
A column of girls lines up in front of me, each patiently waiting her turn to receive my blessing. The sun has set in Budapest, we have welcomed Shabbat with services, song and prayer, and now, just ...
Beth Tfiloh
A column of girls lines up in front of me, each patiently waiting her turn to receive my blessing. The sun has set in Budapest, we have welcomed Shabbat with services, song and prayer, and now, just ...
Everyone wants something. I explain this concept to my Year-8 students, who do not quite know why I am telling them this. I want them to understand the power of language and how people can manipulate ...
Our students arrive in Budapest, bringing with them the energy, laughter and sense of sheer joy that only teenagers can muster after traveling for almost 24 hours. They greet their counterparts from ...
I have carefully placed my lesson plans in a clear, plastic folder, neatly typed and ready for me to engage a class of 8th graders and one of 12th graders. I have stacked my clothes in tidy packable ...
“Shabbat Shalom to Julia! . . . . Shabbat Shalom to Zita! . . . . Shabbat Shalom to Abel! . . . . Sha Sha Shabbat Shalom!”
The Shabbat song, incorporating the names of Scheibor Sandor and Beth Tfiloh ...
As someone whose home runs on a well, I appreciate rain. Of course, like most people, I would rather not see precipitation while I’m traveling and certainly not while I’m touring outside. With one ...
The image of a Muslim girl standing on a stage with a Jewish girl appears on the wall that serves as a projection screen in the 7th grade classroom where I am teaching, immediately capturing the attention ...
The group of 14-year-old students sitting in front of me in their class at SSG watched with intensity the YouTube performance of the Slam Poem “Why am I Not Good Enough?” The poem, which went viral ...
On a plane from Baltimore to Brussels – the first leg of my journey to Budapest for the second year of Beth Tfiloh Dahan Community School’s partnership with the Scheiber Sandor Gimnazium – I listened ...
As the sun sets on our last day in Budapest, I huddle in the frigid air with my Beth Tfiloh colleagues on the east bank of the Danube River as we say goodbye to Shabbat. The moment should be – and ...
The running joke among the Beth Tfiloh group in Budapest is that any time I see a dog walking along the street, sitting at a crosswalk, waiting for a traffic light to change or playing in the park, ...
On my last day of teaching at the Scheiber Sandor School in Budapest, I have asked my 7th year students to do what many adults find impossible – reveal their truth. Perhaps because they are in the ...
The young man in my 10th year English class slinks down in his seat at the back of the room and looks out at me from under the lid of his NY Yankees baseball cap. The Yankees? Seriously? Does he not ...
Emily, a vivacious 11th year student with flawless English, ushers me up and down hallways, in and out of the classrooms and library and stops in a spacious lobby adorned with a row of lovely stained ...
I’m standing on a narrow street in what was once the Jewish Ghetto in Budapest. One of a team of seven teachers from Beth Tfiloh Dahan Community School, I have come to Budapest to work with teachers ...