Leave you with a story tonight about a young woman who was going to the mikveh for the first time as she was about to get married. She was told to tell the Mikveh lady that she was a Kalla which is Hebrew for bride. Somewhere along the way, she must have got confused. Anyway when she arrived at the Mikveh, she told the Israeli lady who was the Mikveh lady 'I am a Challa'. (Challa is the plaited loaf of bread that we have on the shabbat or yom tov table.) The lady looked at her a little strangely. 'Slicha Giveret??' So our young woman was very nervous repeated more loudly,'I am a challa. I need to go to the mikveh.' A person who was waiting her turn overheard her and started to laugh saying 'Challa usually needs an oven, not a mikveh.'
At this, the young woman became quite desparate to be understood. She firmly announced, 'I am a new Challa and I need to immerse in the Mikveh before my huppa.' There was a lot of laughter both before and after it was explained that the difference between two words was a chet and a kof. The challa has a chet and the bride has a kof.
Otherwise I now have reports and more writing to do. I really wanted to enter the ABR essay writing competition as apart from the brilliant prize money there is the prestige of it all. It is a toss up between inclusiveness in education and valuing the individual and the value of marriage as a sactifiction of the union between a man and a woman and what is for ultimately and why same sex marriage is a non issue or dead duck before it even leaves the waterhole.