Who’s Counting: Chapter 4
It’s not really the studies that bothers me. It’s the fact that I’ve heard high school is a social jungle
I can NOT believe we only have one week left in Eretz Yisrael. Then it’s back home, just enough time to get my braces off, and then high school orientation. Which I am totally not ready for. I am going to petition the White House that education should end at eighth grade. Why should we need another four years? Why, indeed?
I pose this question to Hadassah and Tzvi as we bite into our Big Apple pizza.
Tzvi snorts. “Oh, I’m totally with you. I don’t think I learned a single secular subject the entire four years I was in high school.” Hadassah glares at him. “I mean!” he amends quickly, “Education is important, child. Go forth hence and, uh, learn.”
Hadassah cracks up, and so does Avrumi.
I’m less amused. It’s not really the studies that bothers me. It’s the fact that I’ve heard high school is a social jungle.
Well, I’m a city girl.
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