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I’ve heard the story about my dad’s first day of kindergarten at least a dozen times. He was ready for the day. Excited even. But then he talked in class and was banished to the corner. It was cruel.  He barely made it out alive. When the final bell rang, he ran to his mom after class and exclaimed: “I did it! It’s over!”  Poor thing — he thought kindergarten only lasted for one day.

I only remember a few clips from kindergarten, let alone the first day. I recognized a girl in my class from JCC summer camp; she was crying and her mom was crouched down comforting her. And there was a blonde girl tending to a boy with a broken arm.  My teacher was Mrs. Kellams, I had a cubby above a kid named Jason, and I wrote about my crush on Jason in my diary.  When I think about the early years of school, the first thing that comes to mind is the smell of a freshly sharpened #2 pencil. In middle school, they had these monstrous, silver hand-wound pencil sharpeners that my friends and I would “meet” at during class to fight the boredom and pass notes. The smell would fill the class room and I was, like, crazy anal about getting the tip of pencil super sharp. I think about my immense pride dominating at four-square and all the “after school kids” who went to day care and were my earliest friends.  I have a lot of really sweet memories from the early years of school — learning how to be a friend, learning how to self-advocate, learning how to think.  And it is with loud, bursting joy that, 20+ years later, I am almost out of school and almost, finally, a real adult.

Three weeks ago, I typed the finals words into my last paper, emailed it to my professor, and just like that, I had finished law school. It was actually pretty unceremonious — especially because I had used a Crest Whitening Strip earlier that morning and my teeth were in such extreme pain that I was drooling down my neck, crouched in a fetal position on our couch, starving — but Adam gave me a pretty decent high five. In two months I’ll take the bar exam, and then I will throw out all my multi colored sticky tabs, post its, highlighters, toss a million half-used legal pads into the recycling, and retire an extremely long haul of student life.  Law school made me feel humbled, sometimes smart, mostly anxious, proud, embarrassed, and temporarily aimless, but more than anything, busy and extremely tired. At least that’s how I think I felt — now that it’s over, all I can see are rosy bushes, clean hair, and happy people jumping in gigantic bouncy machines.

I am so proud of what my friends and I have achieved, and so grateful for everyone, mostly my parents & Adam, for all the opportunities I was given that allowed me to make it this far.

Warm Chickpea Salad

What You Need

2 persian cucumbers; cut in half lengthwise and diced

2 c tomatoes; seeded and diced

1 can chickpeas

1 piece of bread; toasted and cut into cubes like croutons

1/4 c parsley; chopped

2 hardboiled eggs; grated

Dressing

2 tblsp raw tehina

juice of one lemon (if you can get the lemon pulp in there too, do it!)

a generous pinch of salt

2 tblsp water (or until your tehina reaches your desired consistency)

1 tblsp olive oil

Warm Chickpea Salad-4   Warm Chickpea Salad-3 How To Do It

Hard boil your eggs. Set aside.

Warm the chickpeas in a pan with some oil over low heat, stirring frequently until they are warm all the the way through.

Add all the salad ingredients. Dress with the tehina. Add extra salt and/or lemon to taste. Serve and eat immediately. Enjoy!

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2 thoughts on “Warm Chickpea Salad

  1. Eileen says:

    Congratulations on your graduation! What a great accomplishment. (And I teach prelaws how to write good application essays, so I really do have some idea what an accomplishment it is!) This salad sounds lie an excellent way to celebrate–so cool and fresh and filled with flavor. Hooray!

    1. Thanks so much, Eileen! That application essay was harder than law school!

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