A woman from the Oberlin Hillel called me to tell me about some upcoming Jewish events. As she progressed through the items and I continued to say nothing that would indicate any interest on my part, her voice became more hesitant and apologetic. I could tell that she knew that I couldn't care less about my heritage, but she continued on because that was what was required of her. It was as though we were both acting in a scene from some play and were suprised and disappointed to find that this time we were the actors. As her list wound pitifully down, we thanked each other and I went back to whatever mundane crap I had been doing in the first place.