Creative Writing Story
Rachel Perez
Emma Rosen shoved her navy blue Jansport backpack into her closet and leaned back against her bedroom wall. “Finally. Finally I’m out of that prison they call high school.” She thought to herself. Emma had been counting down to her final day of twelfth grade since, well, her first day of ninth grade. Emma's high school was not like most high schools. Just as all her classmates and teachers, Emma was Jewish. She attended Bais Sarah Hebrew School, an all girls Jewish school. Her teachers were Rabbi’s, four of her eight classes were in Hebrew, she had to wake up everyday at five to be at school by six,and not to
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This was just how she planned on spending her summer, relaxed and carefree. Maybe it was the long day of school, or the jumbo bag of Doritos, but half an hour into watching ‘The Real Housewives of San Diego’, Emma was passed out asleep. She woke up to the sound of the garage door opening, which meant Emma’s younger brother and mother were home from his second grade’s last day of school classroom party. As soon as her mother came into the house, she shrieked and gave Emma a tight hug.
“You were accepted!” Emma looked at her mother as if she had two heads.”Accepted to…what?”
Her mother beamed. “Well, your father and I heard about this great program through the American Jewish Youth Association.” Every year, they take ten graduated seniors to spend the summer in Israel! You’ll learn about the Torah in the Holy Land, you’ll walk where Abraham, Isaac, Moses, and David
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Just as she finished her last word, she could feel every pair of eyes in the room fix on her, half in disbelief that a servant had spoken to the Queen, and half in awe that she had spoken to the Queen.
“Oh, sorry-I didn’t know I shouldn’t have-I mean I know but I…” Emma scrambled for some way to apologize for speaking, but she knew by the look of the head lady-maid that Emma would pay for not obeying the rules.
She continued her duty of braiding in complete silence, too embarrassed to lift her eyes. When the hair styling was finished, Emma, still embarrassed, copied Tirzah’s quick bow and followed her out of the chambers. As the doors opened, Emma saw what she knew was for her. Two large guards, each with silver chest plates and shields, who looked strong enough to break the doors down if they wanted to. Emma started to panic, she took a step back, and as soon as she did, one of the guards grabbed her arm and pulled her out into the hallway.
“Wait! What did I do!? Tirzah!” Emma shouted as she kicked and squirmed in attempt to break the grasp on
In conclusion, in Conley’s memoir he focuses on his experience of switching schools, while in the third grade, from a predominantly African American and Latino school to a predominantly caucasian elementary school. His memoir focuses on the differences in his experiences at each school and how race and class further separated the similarities between his two schools. Conley focuses equally on race and class and how they both influenced and shaped his life, but class was the primary influence on Conley’s
Pashtana said she would rather die than not go to school and acted on her words. Her education is limited and she doesn’t have all the recourses to make school easier, yet she still loves and wants all the knowledge she can get. While I sit in my three story private school, a clean uniform free of holes or loose seams, my macbook air in my lap, the smell of cookies rising up from the cafeteria, wishing to be anywhere else but there. No one has beat me because I want to go to school, no one has forced me into a marriage, I’ve never put my life in jeopardy for the sake of education. Pashtana’s life and choices made me take a moment to stop and reflect on my own life and how fortunate I am to have what I have. We dread the thought of school because to us it is a chore, it’s a hassle, it’s something that messes with our sleep schedule, it is something that gets in the way of lounging around and binge watching Netflix. Pashtana doesn’t take her school and education for granted because she does not have the same liberties we do. While we enjoy driving into the city and shopping over the weekend, Pashtana unwillingly makes wedding arrangements with her cousin. While we complain about our mom nagging us to clean our room, Pashtana is getting beaten by her father because she wants to learn more about the world. While we have stocked fridges and pantries and
Sabrina Rubin Erdely’s “School of Hate” is about a young girls experience growing up in a deeply conservative American state. Brittany Geldert has to endure the bullying that is unleashed upon her. No matter how traumatic the experience, it is ignored by the teachers. They betray Brittany by turning the other way on these issues. The wrong religious mindset appears to take paramount no matter how scandalous the ¨Bullying on LGBT¨ issues is in a modern day America. This is a great injustice to the people who have to endure this.
JOLT, an outreach program, runs an annual overnight summer camp in the Ukraine with counselors from the United States and Israel. These counselors are carefully selected because of the rigorous programming and the many physical hardships of living in the Ukraine. Over one hundred local children come to Charkov to learn about their Jewish background. As one of the counselors, I had the privilege and extraordinary task of exposing them to the beauty of our religion and heritage.
Emma is struggling to fit into her new life, and the new foster home she is placed in; however, there is nowhere in the world she feels like she belongs without family. Emma cannot stand her petulant foster brother, Travis. Travis does everything in his occult power to get under Emma’s skin, and try to get her kicked out of the foster home; however Emma was ready to leave the foster home to get away from all the stringent rules. There was one time Travis succeeded by stealing his mother’s money and planting it in Emma’s backpack: “Clarice pulled out a nail file and started nervously sawing on her pinky. ‘You can stay until your birthday, but after that you’re on your own.’ Emma blinked. ‘You are kicking me out’” (Shepard 23).Even though Travis did succeed in getting rid of Emma, Emma took advantage of this upheaval by fleeing before the cops came to start her new life on her own. Emma does not know that her life will suddenly change in a twist of events.
While Alex explores the strange new world of college life, her friends take jobs as lifeguards or perform menial labor at the local deli. When Alex returns the following summer, these new tensions explode at a beach party. While the book has its dark comedic moments, the pages are full of the ennui and nihilism of young adults with nowhere to go.
Arriving at Lacey’s house I walk to the backdoor letting myself into the house. Lacey was putting on tanning lotion in the kitchen, “Lacey,” I called to her, “my mom wants me to pick up snacks for the beach, do you want to go into town with me?”, “Sure,” she replied, “do you mind if my cousin comes with us?”, “Of course I don’t mind,“ I answered, “but we have to get moving, my dad only left me the car to use ‘til noon.”
This story takes place in a New York City school in Manhattan, in the nineteen- sixties. The book covers the span of one school semester form September to February.
To start the day you wake up at five in the morning and get on the bus at five thirty. You set out for West Branch. The bus ride in the morning is usually quiet. You don’t hear many people talking because everyone is going back to sleep. When you arrive at West Branch you get off the bus and the hosts of the school will stamp your wrist. Once everyone is off of the bus we head to our room, set our stuff down, and then we go help unload trailers. After the heavy work, the girls go back to the room and start hair
“One more thing Cinderella. You can only go to the dance if you finish you work. And I will send contract saying that it doesn’t matter if you went to the dance or not you still will drop out of school.” Her step-mother had sinister pleasant voice in her throat.
Mail, A.S. (1997). An Exploration of the Impact of the Israel Experience upon Bar/Bat Mitzvah Students: Rites of Passage for Progressive Jewish Teenagers. Journal of Progressive Judaism. Nov97, Issue 9, pg59-82.
Emma Willard, school starter and the farmer’s daughter. Willard was a vocal supporter of female education. In Troy, New York, Willard opened a school for girls that is still in business to this day. Willard’s father was a farmer that made her work, she was not fond of that treatment. Willard decided to get an education. Willard is known for her tribal-zing efforts for women’s education. The daughter of a farmer and women’s rights activists.
The starting of this scene begins with an older couple, Justin (45) and Emily (44) engaging in conversation in their lovely home in California. It’s an ordinary Saturday morning in the Anderson household and their oldest daughter Hannah (19) is sitting at the table enjoying breakfast with thick stack of fresh chocolate chips pancakes, drenched in maple syrup and a nice glass of freshly squeezed orange juice with her family. She has recently returned home from College where she attends University of California, Santa Barbra. Justin works in environmental law while Hannah is in Marketing. Both are from upper Manhattan and settled
High school. A safe abode free from the anger and hatred that wells from the streets of every city we've ever known. This place where smiles trickle in the half glow of routine. This place where, almost assured of treason's guilt one hides their anguish in desperate, fearful anticipation of secret forays with whispered confessions.
Emma is a timeless piece of writing about how social class played an important role in society and that growth of oneself must occur in order to have a fighting chance and finding a love of one’s own.