Yeshiva
Yeshiva (/jəˈʃiːvə/; Hebrew: ישיבה, lit. "sitting"; pl. ישיבות, yeshivot) is a Jewish institution that focuses on the study of traditional religious texts, primarily the Talmud and Torah study. Study is usually done through daily shiurim (lectures or classes) and in study pairs called chavrutas (Aramaic for "friendship" or "companionship"). Chavruta-style learning is one of the unique features of the yeshiva.
In the United States and Israel, the different levels of yeshiva education have different names. In the United States, elementary-school students are enrolled in a yeshiva, post-bar mitzvah-age students learn in a metivta, and undergraduate-level students learn in a beit midrash or yeshiva gedola (Hebrew: ישיבה גדולה, lit. "large yeshiva" or "great yeshiva"). In Israel, elementary-school students are enrolled in a Talmud Torah or cheder, post-bar mitzvah-age students learn in a yeshiva ketana (Hebrew: ישיבה קטנה, lit. "small yeshiva" or "minor yeshiva"), and high-school-age students learn in a yeshiva gedola. A kollel is a yeshiva for married men. It is common for a kollel to pay a token stipend to its students. Students of Lithuanian and Hasidic yeshiva gedolas usually learn in yeshiva until they get married.
Podcasts:
-
by Horrorshow
Itchy Feet
by: Horrorshow[Solo:]
He woke up, didn't really know how he got there
Wasn't too sure why neither
A believer of sorts
Just not too sure what sort of belief to believe in
So when the sun goes down each evening
He looks to the sky for a reason
Wonders what's behind the horizon
So he packs light and he's off and he's leaving
So he walks on looking for something
But just what it is, well he wasn't too sure
So he walked all day, then he walked all night
Then he walked all year, then he walked some more
Then he... then he stopped
Took a look around to just see where he'd got to
Didn't recognise the spot so he took it all in
Got his things, and he up and moved on
[Chorus: x2]
We roam all over the planet looking for answers
Cross over timezones, connect the dots on the atlas
So as this world keeps turning around on it's axis
On we march with itchy feet, there's always somewhere you could be
[Solo:]
So he walked all over the land
Over snow and desert sands
Through valleys and mountains, cities and towns
When he got to the ocean he swam
When it was too far, he learnt to fly
Built a set of wings and he took to the sky
So he looked high and low
Tryna find what it's like on the other side
And everywhere that he went he'd ask people questions
Swapped stories and traded perspectives
Each moving in different directions
Paths on the map just intersecting
And though the names and the faces changed
Some things remained the same
And some spoke with words he couldn't understand
But some things you don't need words to say
And then one day, he looks back and sees how far he's come
All the faces he's met on the way since he left
From the place that he started from
All living off the food that they learnt how to grow
And the rules that they learnt to know
So he took everything that he'd learnt from them
And he set off to look for home
[Chorus x2]
[beat changes]
[Solo: x3]
Left, right, left, right
Catch me on the next flight
Onward through the dead of night
Searching for a fresh sky
Over land, over sea
Planet never goes to sleep
On we march with itchy feet
There's always somewhere you could be, say
[Chorus]
[Solo:]
He woke up, still didn't know how he got there
Still wasn't sure why either
A believer of sorts
Believes in the faith that he found in the places he's been in
When the sun goes down each evening
He's dreaming of somewhere scenic
Behind the horizon there's a whole world to see