Our Thursday location proved to be a fantastic way to end Team A’s service program, as the site proved to be exceptional in several ways. Gordon and I, Jess, were very excited to be going to the B’Nai Jeshurun (aka BJ) synagogue because it was located in a neighborhood of Manahattan that both of us consider a second home–the upper West side. As we rounded the corner to W 88th Gordon became excited a he recognized his cousin’s apartment, as I began to flip out when I realized the rabbi for our site was none other than my best friend at Colby’s dad–Marcelo Bronstein! In my typical style, I entered the synagogue overflowing with anticipation as I asked everyone if they knew Marcelo’s daughter Micaela. Meanwhile, the volunteers already at the site were just as excited to see how early our group had arrived. Clearly, things were off to a great start.
Each member of the group was immediately given something to do, as well as a nifty nametag. I dried dishes with Ellen as she washed them, while Larissa, Kelsey, Ten, and Gordon set to work on preparing sandwiches. Over the next several hours we were assigned new tasks as we finished them, and many of us had the chance to get to know the older, regular volunteers at the site as we jumped from one chore to another. I have to say that one of my favorite jobs entailed finishing off their leftover ice cream. 🙂
A board member named Susan arrived to give our group, in addition to another group of high schoolers, an orientation about the facility and what we would be doing come noon. Since there were so many volunteers (there had been a miscommunication about whether our group would be coming), each of us was paired with a regular BJ volunteer to help them serve. As we acted as waiters and waitresses for our guests, we got to enjoy live music and even see some of the talent possessed by the guests themselves! One man, who looked quite weather-worn from the years gone by, sidled up to the stage and put on an AMAZING performance. It is startling to think of their circumstances in light of witnessing their talents–it forces you to remember that they’re literally just like you and your peers, and no different.
When the hour was over, volunteers were quick to cleanup. I was assigned to take care of the extra bread at all the tables–bread is always in abundance at all of our sites–and to find out whether our guests wanted to take it home, or whether I should throw the baskets away (due to health regulations, anything that is put on the table of our guests cannot be reused). It was interesting to see the difference in people’s reactions from table to table. Several guests couldn’t care less about the extra bread, while several frantically tried to keep me from taking it. After all was said and done, there was still plenty of food leftover, so as most volunteers were taking their leave, our group was provided lunch in the middle of the room and we were, eventually, the last ones to depart (with a gallon of milk and a pan of bread pudding in our reusable bags, no less. The environmental movement is truly here to stay).
Some thoughts on what made this site so different from others, in addition to being more demanding and very well organized: the program had much more funding. Working in conjunction with the synagogue, it also had a solid group of regular volunteers. I connected to the people there in a different way as well, as most of the people their were familiar with Colby and had friends or relatives who had gone there (other than their rabbi’s daughter). This proved for a very different kind of connection than the one’s I made at the other sites, where people assessed you not on your connections but on your personality and work ethic.
-Jessica