Field Trip
No you didn't read that wrong.
Yes, grown men (sorry if you object to the usage of that term ;)) went on a field trip. Tuesday morning, the L.A. Smicha class of 2006, hopped into a fleet of cars and left their home base. Their destination? Corona, home of the cheese and egg plants! (No not the purple vegetable type eggplant. I mean the place they process chicken eggs... You know, the egg plant ;))
So there we were, on the road again. Drivin' like wild with the wind in our hair, and the sun in our hearts (don't ask me what that's supposed to mean). We were on our way! Footloose and fancy free! No one and nothing could stop us now... We stopped almost immediately because of our empty gas tank. Pulling over into one of the numerous overpriced providers of petroleum (lotsa P's in that sentence), we took out a second mortgage on our dorm, and topped off our tank. Then we were on the road again! With the wind in our hair, and the sun... Ok I'll stop now :).
Fast forward an hour. Nothing interesting happened on the drive, unless you count me falling asleep ( I wasn't driving at the time ;)). We arrived in the parking lot of the cheese plant. That must have been quite a shock for the poor secretary. About 30 bearded men piling into an office the size of a bathroom.
They dressed us up in these ridiculous outfits. Lab coats, hair and beard nets, safety goggles, and hard hats.
I'm still trying to figure out what the hard hats and safety goggles were for. To protect us from a runaway wheel of violent Monterey Jack? Or maybe to ensure our safety from the infamous out of control Cheddar cubes? Either way, we learned a lot. It was interesting to hear what they said, and compare it to what we're learning in the books. It's pretty cool how we knew so much so long ago, that science only figured out recently.
From there, it was off to the egg plant (insert vegetable joke here). This tour was my favorite - There were so many cool machines! From the knives that sliced open the shells so the yolk could drop in little cups, to the wires that sliced a hard boiled egg perfectly in half. The rolling pin that shelled the eggs, and the suction cup thingy that could pick up dozens of eggs at the same time! Like I said, lotsa machines :).
They made us dress up here too (see other pic), but no safety goggles or hard hats. Just thicker hair nets. They also gave out blue lab coats, but there weren't enough. Good thing Levi kept his cheese plant coat, I used that. I didn't see a single chicken the entire time we were there, but maaaaan did it smell!
Levi, Meir, and I then bade farewell to the eggs, and made our way to Irvine. The scenery in Corona is incredible. Check Levis blog, he may have posted some pics. We chilled with the Tenenbaums for a bit, had dinner, then made our way back to L.A. where we attended a wedding. The guy was from NMB no less! So that was cool. Then we headed back to yeshiva, and crashed (into our beds, not a car or a pole or something. Sheesh people...). We were exhausted. Must have been all the driving, learning, and dancing...
6 Comments:
no mention about your teachers for this exciting trip?
Anonymous: Rabbi Shmukler, is that you ;)??
why, yes it is my son. but i wasn't referring to myself for once.
like the easy rap goin on here. 's nice
Anonymous: I find that hard to believe ;)
Udonohoo: Yea, were cool :). So are we ever gonna know who ;)?
time of your song
The world is moving to the song I hear,
Who's that singing, wind is rushing in my ear,
Mind gushing memories almost lost everything,
Felony and fellows running in my dream,
We were in the van where the hits were driving,
Saw myself In the highlands at age 13
And I'm asking questions to the present day me,
Moving backwards down the hill see we were posting.
[Chorus]
Moonlight illuminate my night and my days sunray make the people say
And a vision something's missing so they're screaming out loud
Keep my feet on ground and my head in the clouds.
I'm the arrow, you're my bow, shoot me forth and I will go
And I know and I go and I go get up and go
Make me feel its for real tell me what you know.
I don't need to glorify,
Ate the apple of the tree and tried to lie,
In the garden ill remember
That's when I started to sing
I said death brings life into uncertain things,
Cut some slack for me
Sun setting autumn breeze
Sound is moving like a chorus
Keep hearing that melody,
Check the radio but theres nothing playing,
Check the radio again but theres nothing playing.
[Chorus]
Rewind…
Dub-wise!
Swing low, sweet chariot of flames
Change my name, Yo!
It Was always the same,
Till if only what you find when you climb,
Check the radio but of all that shines there's no time,
My life is making your mind work in overtime,
But along the line you'll have to pay for the crime.
Slow it down You turbo too soon,
Vroom vroom then you want to blast off unto the moon,
But you might get trapped in a temple of doom,
You might get trapped in a temple of doom.
Youth
Some of them come now
Some of the running
Some of them looking for fun
Some of them looking for away out of confusion
Some of them don't know where to be
Some of them don't know where to go
Some of them trust their instincts
That somethings missing from the show
Some don't fit society
Their insides are crying low
Some of them teachers squashed the flame
'fore it had a chance to grow
Some of them embers still glow
Them charcoal hushed and low
Some of them come with hunger supressed
Not fed them feel the death blow, yo
CHORUS:
Young man control in your hand
Slam your fist on the table
And make your demand
Take a stand
Fan a fire for the flame of the youth
Got the freedom to choose
You better make the right move
Young man, the power's in your hand
Slam your fist on the table and make your demand
You better make the right move
"youth is the engine of the world"
Storm the halls of vanity
Focus your energy
Into a laser beam
Streaming shattered light
Unites to pierce between the seams
And it seems
The world open peering
The children see
Rapid fire for your mind
Half a truth is just a lie
They rub me the wrong way
They say their way or fall behind
Seventeen disconnect left out
The concept as to why
There's a spiritual emptiness
So the youth them get vexed
Skip class and get wrecked
Feel with beer and cigarettes
To fill the hole in their chest!
jerusalem
Jerusalem, if I forget you,
fire not gonna come from me tongue.
Jerusalem, if I forget you,
let my right hand forget what it’s supposed to do.
In the ancient days, we will return with no delay
Picking up the bounty and the spoils on our way
We’ve been traveling from state to state
And them don’t understand what they say
3,000 years with no place to be
And they want me to give up my milk and honey
Don’t you see, it’s not about the land or the sea
Not the country but the dwelling of his majesty
[chorus]
Rebuild the temple and the crown of glory
Years gone by, about sixty
Burn in the oven in this century
And the gas tried to choke, but it couldn’t choke me
I will not lie down, I will not fall asleep
They come overseas, yes they’re trying to be free
Erase the demons out of our memory
Change your name and your identity
Afraid of the truth and our dark history
Why is everybody always chasing we
Cut off the roots of your family tree
Don't you know that's not the way to be
[chorus]
Caught up in these ways, and the worlds gone craze
Don’t you know it’s just a phase
Case of the Simon says
If I forget the truth then my words won’t penetrate
Babylon burning in the place, can’t see through the haze
Chop down all of them dirty ways,
That’s the price that you pay for selling lies to the youth
No way, not ok, oh no way, not ok, hey
Aint no one gonna break my stride
Aint no one gonna pull me down
Oh no, I got to keep on moving
Stay alive
p.s. its me(jake sabol)
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