you wake up to a roommate who won't talk to you as i did (a British snob from Cambridge who as a second year guy should have been some kind of mentor), then go to schacharis where you walk into a bare-walled bookless apartment room that faces a cemetery where you enter from the front with everyone staring at you to an assigned seat with unfriendly snobbish guys sitting on either side of you (they were taught to be that way as the whole school was built not merely on elitism but on the notion that it was the only place on earth with the truth) and go through 50 minutes of boredom conducted in a foreign language that they don't teach you even as they pressure you to "pray" in that language. You try to recite a liturgy about which you have learned nothing, a liturgy that appears to be about a deity about which you have learned nothing other than he is uptight and hates everyone and is going to punish you. And since there is no library you can't read about it. And sin...