After returning from a four-day Shabbaton, I check my email to find 35 new messages. I check Blogger and realize that many people made new blog posts and/or commented on my blog. It is then that it fully sinks in: I am back home.

The fact that I was back in Brooklyn sunk in when I heard the incessant honking by impatient drivers who could not care less that there was no where the traffic could possibly move.

So where was I these past few days, when many of you were commenting on my blog or emailing me and I was unable to respond? I was at my school's Shabbaton weekend. Every other year, my school organizes a Shabbaton for the entire high school. We all go up together, teachers and students, to a camp in the mountains and stay there from Thursday through Sunday. It is a wonderful opportunity to get away from the rush of everyday life and to be able to forge friendships with teachers and students in a more relaxed atmosphere.

I had a very good time, and on the whole, the Shabbaton was inspirational, interesting, and enjoyable.

At the present moment, I am too tired to be able to form too many coherent sentences. After three sleepless nights, I can barely stand to contemplate the task I have ahead of me in unpacking my luggage and preparing for school tomorrow.

Perhaps after I get some caffeine in my system and manage to accumulate more energy, I will write more about the Shabbaton. For now, however, I will reply to some of my emails and the comments on my blog.