My conversion Friday went fine. The part that got me the most nervous was the Beit Din but it wasn't too bad. It was just the unknown and the power the 3 rabbis had that freaked me out. The mikveh was wonderful and relaxing. Oddly enough, getting naked in front of a stranger didn't worry me or freak me out. My family took me out for lunch after the ceremonies. Since my emotions had been run through a gamut, I crashed back at my place. No Shabbat service, just me prostrate on the sofa listlessly flipping through TV stations.
Saturday I slept in, skipping Tae Kwon Do. The day was occupied with cooking for a seder meal. I found out that certain grocery store chains are better than others for Passover shopping. Shaws kicks ass. Hannaford stinks. Also, if you want a lamb shankbone, pick it up the first couple days of Passover because butcheries run out. I made a London broil, matza ball soup, latkes and grilled veggies for the post-Seder meal. I was only cooking for 3 and I was completely frantic/exhausted. My mom came through on the shankbone. My charoset was pretty darn delicious. The matza ball soup was the yummiest thing I had ever eaten.
Sunday, I slept in again and spent most of the day doing homework. I have 7 classes left and 5 deliverables due before I graduate: 3 papers and 2 presentations. I finished one paper but I have a 10 page paper due next Wednesday and I have no thesis. I know I want to say something about global culture and brand marketing. But what? Ugh! This is what I'm going to be working on for the next week.
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