By Michaiah Wilson, Guest Contributor
I never realized what my Jewish heritage meant to me until I came to Wheaton. As a freshman in my first few weeks of college, I was eager for community but did not even know what I was looking for. Understandably, I was searching for a place to not only fit in but also have some sense of home.
Somehow, through a poster in Billy Graham Hall advertising a mentoring group for “Jewish students and non-Jewish students who feel a loving connection to the J...
