It was the end of the summer of 2014, and the Gaza war continued with horrific casualties. I stood in the hallway, just steps away from my old high school locker, folding and unfolding my staff orientation schedule. Smoothing it out, I stared down at the words “3pm-3:45pm: Israel This Summer.”
When I started working for Hillel in 2002, there was a lot I didn’t understand about the landscape of Jewish education. It may be relevant