the blog of max jackl

on the day that i’ve arrived in the yeshivah, almost a month ago, i was tired after the whole journey so i went to sleep about nine. i woke up about 1 PM but the shiur of the rosh starts like 12.45, so i was late.

just to mention, in the shiur they close the doors right after the rosh enters, so if you are late you need to wait outside till he asks for the doors to be opened (which happens usually when somebody knocks on the door)… and when you can come in… you come and everybody looks at you… so i wouldn’t care in the usual state of afars but if it’s my first appear since the beginning of the zman i was sort of afraid of coming in because i am shy and people would notice it and look at me, the rosh would make a comment, maybe ask why did i come back so late or something…

so the polish max (i call him max because that’s when he appeared to be so, not because the country made him so) would just stay in bed…

but not new… whatever max…. so i went to the shiur…

when i came some people were waiting outside till the rosh lets them in. they welcomed me… but i did not notice that one guy wrote on a piece of paper “max is back” and past it through under the door.

so two different “guards” came out and said “max comes in” and so i came.

what happened later is another story…
the point is that i overcame myself and some fears i took the challenge which is a start, or middle stage of new max… strong max… whatever max

and that’s why i am proud of myself