The show stoppers

 
I guess when I think about the people that I’ve met this year I can say all my friends are show stoppers. They are amazing .Everyone with a golden talent of their own .All with a voice trying to reach every single individual. All different but compatible. Maybe our behavior isn't the greatest but hey that’s just who we are. We share laughs .We share secrets, stories, clothes, memories .Just about everything you could share .We are all are capable to getting somewhere big in life. Even those with an F, D or C grade point average. Maybe some people don’t see it but I see it. In fact, I see it in myself .In fact maybe I am not the best cookie in the jar, but I know that in my life I am not just living to live, I am living to make a difference maybe not big. But when did size ever matter.

Obviously kids like me are here to learn, maybe you teachers don’t realize it but when we fail we still tried. We didn’t try with a frown but we tried with a smile hoping for the best but the best just decided not to come. Moving on.

 Today they were talking to us about us being remembered in four years time. I feel that us, 7th and 8th graders, and our teachers are like pillars that hold the middle school together .The front office just seems to control the elementary and preschool. Nobody has seemed to care up until now. Up until we combined our voices together to create a voice that cannot be left unheard. I guess our voices have been taken the wrong way. Our conclusion was basically that you think we come to Chabad just for the fun and not to learn, when in fact we come to learn.

When I was at my old school, I knew nothing and I could never write a full sentence. I knew nothing about my Jewish roots, I didn't know how to pray and for my school spelling bee I got out on the word octopus on the first round. Chabad saved me. Not only do I own my own Sidour now but I celebrate Shabbat and go to Shull every Friday and Saturday, and every Friday and Saturday I feel G-d’s presence around me. I learned how to write, how to do math and I got a tad bit better in science but I guess that one is all my fault for not paying attention .I am now learning Hebrew, I can read hebrew.

I also know how to write an essay and use different techniques in English .Now if I learned all that in the little time I’ve been at Chabad, imagine the rest of the kids in my class, imagine what they’ve learned.

    Now I didn’t write this to mock anyone. I didn't write it for an award of some sort .I wrote this for the 7th and 8th grade voices to be heard the right way.

 

Step cards

Dear Faculty of Chabad


Chabad has a different way of keeping balance, they use step cards .The purpose of a step card is to have order and balance. One step is a warning .Your second step is another warning .Your third is a call home .The fourth step is lunch detention .The 5th step results to in-school suspension!

 Before I came to Chabad there was no such thing as a step card or something to keep track of all the times we got in trouble. Instead our teacher would just tell us to go stand outside of the classroom or run a lap around the school and back .We got three warnings before any of this happened .

Sometimes step cards are being abused .Sometimes we get even two steps instead of one for doing something that’s not even worth giving a step for! Frankly I think no one likes step cards or the idea of them. And I am sure that teachers don’t enjoy giving them out. I don’t think that we should get rid of step cards or when someone misbehaves have them walk out not being punished. If that happened, being disrespectful or acting up in class, will be considered normal. I just think we should minimize on the punishments we get.

Sincerely
      Anais Lund

Tears

As the first tear sneaks its way out of your eye, your start to feel it smoothly flow down your face, slowly but willingly. It leaves a trace on your skin that cools the pores. Your skin absorbs it, trying to make your face dry again but more come tumbling down faster and faster, leaving small pools of water on your face, as you clutch your fist to calm yourself. The tears change from cool to warm, making you feel better from letting out what you’ve been holding on.

You let out a sigh as your warm breath escapes your mouth, heating the air around you. A heat that not only comforts your body, but also your soul. As your lips start twitching again, you remember the reason why this melancholy feeling came to place. This time with less compassion, tears start rushing through your eyes.

 As they stream down your face they create a mask that is wet and sticky to the touch. As you wipe off the remains from your eye lids, you have a feeling of confidence that overpowers you. Then you reach a point where you just give in to that power, and find out what it’s trying to say. And you follow it. You walk to the bathroom .And with the slightest curb of your hand, you turn on the faucet, push your hands together creating a circle that is being filled up with water and splash it on your face .Washing away the old mask ,and replacing it with a new one. Feeling refreshed as your new water coated mask seeps into your skin. And your sorrow disappears.
                 

A quick note

   we as humans are compared to apes
  I find that are atitude is like a spiders.
  we form our life around a invisible web ,
 as we cling to one side and our family clings to the other.
 hanging on until its our time to go .
The spider is a traveler he constently is forming a new web ,
just like we are constently setlling into a new home.
We are never content with what we have around us and we tend to take advantege  of  everything and everyone around it until the light that has blinded you for so long disapears and you see things clear but then again most of the time its always to late.
but then again, life always has a way of reversing itself and making the best out of what its left with.

just like spiders

    

Changing positions

     When I was a young girl i had an obsession with anything that was pink .Pink sparkles pink glitter pink sequins etc.I was an only child so you can imagine how spoiled I was and what my room looked like I said I liked the color pink. Of course the reason why I got all this stuff was because I was a top student with the highest marks on everything I did and at the end of the year I was the only one in the whole second grade to get straight A's on my report card.Basically I was the American version of a teachers pet.Strange I know . As I walked out of my second grade felling proud and accomplished I had also walked out with a case of arrogant lazynessand the feeling that I've studied hard enough lets just chill out and do no work over the summer.So there i was lounging in my room all summer break thinking of things a girl my age would be thinking about.I wonder if I should buy the new Hannah Montana CD? Or I could always ask mommy to buy me barbie princess instead ?Or maybe mommy could buy me both!?! I wonder if i will be a princess when I grow up?Like I said I was a spoiled brat .


       When I got to school the next year my three teachers where Miss Davis Madame Bastien Monsieur Uzzenni. That was the year the chance of me ever getting a good grade when down the drain.Sure I was still capable of doing it but it became much harder.That was the year me and my mom had our first true fight.After that I never got the top marks and if I got an A on a report card I should get down on my knees and praise Hashem .After all at that point it didn't even matter .As I went into the six grade meeting new people was hard and having Friends move or transfer was hard just like not being Friends with anyone in the class was hard. I was a parsley dead flower in the middle of a mile long blooming flower field . And I would spend my time in class doodling singing to whatever song was on the radio at the time or writing poems in class attempting songs but that didn't come until I had something to write about since seventh grade was the dramatic turning point of my life. As my personality grew so did everything around me . Cause in the 6th grade I  finally realized this is who I am I'm not a soulless person I have personality I have talent I have edge shout I felt like I could reach the moon if I really tyred. I was just waiting for seventh grade as I said it the ring of it warmed the inside of my heart knowing that the next year I would turn into the true Anais that everyone was waiting for and just as I suspected
   

      Wazzam! that's what happened everyone turned into my friend everyone had a new grown respect for me everyone trusted .I had bloomed back int the flower I was in the fifth grade and I liked it life was great .But in the summer of 2010 disaster struck my family my grandmother had passed away . It was a great shock to me and my family even thought I only new her for so little and there was so much I should have done with my grandmother  hopes that her memory would return hopes that we could retain a conversation just like when I was little hopes and dreams crushed in a split second and I can imagine worst for my mother and my three aunts .And two weeks before my mom was gonna leave for Israel to see my grandmother to weeks before my grandmother even died it happened .We went to go see if there was a Hebrew class at chabad downtown turns out we were a day late and the class was the night before we went .We talked to the Rabbi's wife and she strated telling us how her mother and father  had this big school and we should really go check it out  and she will even give us  tour.Well everyone was on break and I went to go see the school not even knowing if I would end up there thinking I was just browsing and I was going to my old school in three weeks.But as I steeped out of the car and onto the floor I got a conferting feeling reassuring me that this is where I would end up whether I liked it or not.The week my grandmother died was the week I got signed legally into Chabad Hebrew Academy .And the week that i started school was the week my mom had to leave having my dad take care of me accompanying me on my first two weeks of my year long journey at my school. That basically sums up Anais and her story. 

      
  

Some say.

  
Some say life is perfect.

   Some think that the world is big and that us as humans, we don’t matter because there’s so many of us.

   I say that they are wrong.
   I say that we are all guided by the compass of life.
   That we all have a fate but it can always be reversed.
   I say that even if we die, our presence is still among every one, and we live life truly forever.
   I say that perfect is just an act, that there is no perfection in this world.
   I say that if life were perfect how could we live. There would be no meaning or point to it.

There would be  nothing special about it, nor would we have that little thing called individuality.
 We would be bathing in a pool filled with nothingness.

  Some say that life is all a fairytale and that were all being played until someone rolls the dice again and that there are only accidents in this world.

But I say that everything we think is an accident is actually a miracle and that there are no accidents in this world, everything happens for a reason.

I say that life isn’t a fairytale, it is 100% real.

Dear Miss Boyd, I don't understand what we have to do  for  the articles on the blog, please explain.