When Torah learning turns into a tug-of-war — whose seder comes first?
The noise was deafening. Guys roamed, huddled, debated; partnerships were made; electric energy — excitement, stress, desperation, a mixture of all —
filled the air.
It was never exactly quiet in the beis medrash, but chavrusa-tumult takes it to whole new levels. I watched the hullabaloo for a moment, shrugged a little, and turned back to Moishy.
“So will you learn with me this zeman?” he deadpanned.
“Sorry, I’m all booked up, with the top masmid of the yeshivah,” I shot back.
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