Tuesday, 20 August 2013
Flushed memories
When I was about six years old I was locked up in a bathroom stall in my kindergarten classroom with the lights out.
I was always the innocent kid. The one who gets nominated for being the most respectful.
But once, I made a little noise during story time and I was quickly sent to the punishment corner.
It happened when it was time for that part of day again, when the teacher read to us a story about some other rabbi. The ones that have long beards and curly Payot. Another courageous soul who gave up his life for the Holy One.
She turned the nob and click I was locked in.
Now you all may be wondering... What could have possibly been positive in a situation like this?
Well for one, I was lucky I wasn't sent to the office to wait for the principal because the last time that happened I was stuck in a chair and I needed to go... At least now I had no stress of possibly wetting my tights... And num. 2, I got a break from the boooring lectures on how we are supposed to follow the Tsadik's example.
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