First off, I want to thank the Boiling Point for offering me this opportunity to share my ideas. Now all of you are trapped hearing the crazy thoughts...
As I have started high school the fear of the future has overcome me, introducing a type of peer pressure I did not expect: the very popular idea of cheating.
In...
When we were children, all we could do was feel. We knew very little, so our beliefs were based mainly on intuition. We didn’t know the difference be...
No one wants to admit the existence of sexual harassment. It's an uncomfortable phrase and society’s attitude thus far has been neglectful. But, quite...
When we were children, all we could do was feel. We knew very little, so our beliefs were based mainly on intuition. We didn’t know the difference b...
At the end of every August, I spend 10 days with my entire extended family on my mom’s side. We are around 40 people, each with our own very strong o...
That outfit is so gay!” “Stop being a fa**ot and let’s go.” “Don’t be so gay, just do it.”
Phrases like these echoed around my skull during my dark days in the closet. Whenever I heard them, however I may have been feeling that day, they stripped me of my confidence, devalued me, and contributed to why I chose to suffer rather than reveal myself for who I truly was.
Wow. That was the word I and many of my fellow classmates during our freshman year would use to describe our first Town Hall. The topic was in no way memorable, the comments were average and a good portion of the room seemed to be lost in a different dimension.
Many people ask me what I am going to miss about Shalhevet, and I usually say, “The old building.” Sure, the new one isn’t cockroach infested, and yes, it doesn’t look like an insane asylum, but the clean, sterile new building doesn’t have the same personality as the old Shalhevet.
