There's no other way to say it- being cheated on sucks. Having gone through a terrible breakup and dealt with the emotional trauma of being cheated on multiple times, it was definitely a long road. I was in my first relationship with whom I put all my trust in when I was 16 to 19-years-old. It ended with me finding out he cheated on me for two years out of the almost three we dated, with many girls who I knew and was friendly with. It may sound dramatic, call me young and naive, but I wasn't sure how to move on with my life from all that I've known before. I felt like all I now knew was being betrayed, serially lied to, and forever hurt.
Many, many months have passed, and you’ve gone through every type of emotion possible. Some days you wake up feeling like you can take on the world and some days you just want to curl up in a bed and never get up. We all need a reliable coping mechanism. Thankfully, the one thing that is always accessible is music (shoutout to Spotify for being the greatest platform invented.) Music is the way I have dealt with quarantine stress, whether it’s learning new songs on the piano or just listening to my favorite Spotify playlists. I’ve compiled some of my favorite songs for each of my quarantine moods.
From a young age, I was taught the morals and foundation of Judaism. I attended a Jewish preschool, where I recited the prayers over the challah, wine (or grape juice for us 4-year-olds), snack and Shabbat. I earned the most mitzvah leaves in my class- each mitzvah leaf would be pinned up on our tree labeled with our name to keep track of all the good deeds we did. Being Jewish is giving back to the community and our families, providing support and prayers for those who need it, cooking delicious meals and using every opportunity to turn a Jewish holiday into a feast. Also adding a few comical Yiddish words into everyday conversation. The Jewish culture is rich in traditions, values, flavors and compassion. Coming from a reformed family mostly focusing on the familial element of Judaism and growing up in New Jersey, I imagined the whole world was favorable towards this seemingly peaceful religion. So when I found out my grandma is a Holocaust survivor and suffered through such a hatred, I had many questions.
Nothing can replace the feeling of heavy sleep in my eyes as I throw on a Syracuse sweatshirt, run to catch the bus that will shuttle me to main campus, and quickly chug my mediocre coffee that always inevitably splashes on my jeans. I would sit down in my seat for my 9:30 a.m. lecture, and I would think “this day has started off as absolute chaos.”