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Name: Miri Silberstein
Major: Bioology, B.S.
Future Plans: Undecided
One's college years are a time of fortifying one's identity, finding out more about ourselves, our interests, and hopes for the future. As many have, I struggled with my identity throughout my college career. The question of where I stood Jewishly was always on my mind. Am I a religious Jew, a cultural Jew, a believer? Though I still don't know, I do know that a place I was always comfortable was the Chabad House.
There were times that I felt lost, that I felt out of place even among my friends. Sometimes I was the innocent yeshivah girl amidst friends who lived less sheltered lives, and sometimes the secular Jew among those more observant than myself. But every time I walked into the Chabad House I felt at home, like I was returning to myself. The love I had forgotten had returned to me. Every time I walk into the Chabad House the warmth of Judaism and yiddishkite surrounds me. My heart sings zemirot and I yearn to learn mussar. As a freshman and sophomore, Chabad was the highlight of my week, it was what I looked forward to, where I could relax and see my friends. As an upper-classman, Chabad was the only thing I missed about campus life. I am grateful to Chabad for having enriched my life at Binghamton. I truly cannot imagine the past four years without Chabad and I wouldn't want to.
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