Gap Year

Come along with me on a fun Friday, and get a peek into what my everyday life is like!

I believe that food is one of the few things that can unite people, and my challah and desserts are how I have baked my way into Tivnu!

Shabbat Shuvah has allowed space for me to think about what this year means to me.

Being the first person to arrive at the Tivnu bayit (house) on move-in day, I had no idea what to expect.

A few weeks ago, Tivnu 8 took a trip to OMSI’s Hancock Field Station, deep in the Oregon desert. I didn’t know Oregon had a desert until I heard about the trip, and even then I was skeptical.

My dad was introduced to D&D by his uncle in high school, and ever since I was born, I can remember either watching or playing the game with my dad.

It was a rainy afternoon. I had come home from my internship at Bikes for Humanity (B4H) and had barely taken off my shoes when Ansel asked me if I wanted to go play some basketball. Minutes later we headed out to play.

I grew up in Massachusetts, so I have a lot of experience with winter. But for some Tivnu 8 participants, our trip to Mt. Hood was their first time experiencing snow. And for that, there could be no better time.

On Saturday evening we played kickball in Irving Park. We staggered back to the bayit (house) in groups, laughing, adjusting our rainbow of glow-stick jewelry, and recounting the events of the night…

On Saturday evening we played kickball in Irving Park. We staggered back to the bayit (house) in groups, laughing, adjusting our rainbow of glow-stick jewelry, and recounting the events of the night…