Compiled by Kathryn Black, ‘11, The Lens Section Editor, and Kate Taylor, ‘11, The Lens Editor. It was our first day in Jerusalem, where we would stay for five weeks, and we had been deliberating for over an hour on the specific restrictions that we, as a community of twenty-six, would set on activities during Shabbat. Some of the more traditionally religious Fellows were insistent upon adhering to halacha, or Jewish law, in every possible way, disavowing the use of electricity and prohibiting writing and the reading of non-Jewish books, attitudes distinctly unfamiliar to me because of my less observant background.

Compiled by Jayne Caron, ’10, former The Lens Section Editor, and Kathryn Black, ’11, The Lens Section Editor. An introduction to organometallic chemistry for a naïve, sixteen-year-old hotshot should never come from a man with a Zimbabwean accent. “Grab a stopcog!” A brown, toxic solution would spill onto my arms and hands – a day’s work ruined. “Use an errenmier flak!” A thick cloud of sulfur gas floating by. Coughing. “Chlooorroform D, Chlorrrroform D!” Shattering glass.