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The issue of religion in schools
The issue of religion in schools
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The guest speaker at the Illinois Holocaust Museum posed an unanswerable question to the dozen Chabad eighth-grade boys sitting in front of him. Mitchell Winthrop, 88 years of age, a survivor of the Auschwitz and Mauthausen Nazi concentration camps, had been raised in a secular Jewish home in Lodz, Poland. Why had he, he asked the boys—someone who hadn’t even had a bar mitzvah—been chosen to survive the Holocaust and not his pious, white-bearded grandfather? His question was meant to provoke thought, but it also spurred the graduating class of Chicago’s Seymour J. Abrams Cheder Lubavitch Hebrew Day School into action.
Elie Wiesel begins his religious progression through Night with a deep passion for religion and God. Night begins in Elie’s hometown Sighet, where Elie is a passionate spiritual observer, “I was almost thirteen and deeply observant. By day I studied Talmud and by night I would run to the synagogue to weep over the destruction of the Temple,” (Wiesel 3). Preceding the horrors of the Holocaust, Elie was a religious young man who was so passionate and devout, he spends his days and nights praying and studying his religion. Wiesel, as a young man, wanted to take his spiritual religion deeper, so he asked his father to seek a teacher to mentor him in the studies of the Kabbalah.
The young boy whose dream of learning about his religion is gone. Wiesel now sees himself as a stranger of the Jewish community. Since God has gone silent to every Jew in the camps Wiesel takes a different view of his daily prayers. Wiesel once said “ In the midst of these men assembled for prayer, I felt like an observer, a stranger.” (Wiesel, Pg 68)
Elie Wiesel’s writing has imparted the value of retaining individual memory with me. Throughout Wiesel’s lecture, one major point is reinforced throughout the entirety of the reading. He begins his lecture with an old tale regarding Judaism, eventually
The balloons are out, the flowers are in bloom, I smell summer. I smell a summer like no other. Not because the groundhog came out early this year, or because I was one year older, but because I was a graduate, from Gilkey International middle school (finally). Sophie comes up to me yelling, super excited for the night ahead, graduation. As we rehearse our ceremony, in our high inched heels and dainty fake eyelashes Charlie runs up behind us screaming in our ear jumping us out of our own skin.
Overall Sarah Imhoff’s article emphasizes the importance of recognizing the complexity of Jewish Identity and religious identification in general for building more inclusive and accepting
Governor’s School Essay Response Ever since I was young you could always find me toying around with objects trying to figure out how they worked. Taking them apart, studying them, and then reconstructing them back together was a usual past time for me. Looking back I realized that all of the time I spent on learning how something worked was the foundation that flourished into my passion for engineering.
There it was, standing in the distance, a tall gloomy gray-colored building. With a few splashes of blue paint added to the dull cement to add color to what would otherwise be a lifeless building. This building was non-other than the one and only Stoller Middle School. I never referred to it as a middle school but more as a prison, it was full of rules that were put in place just to suck away any possible fun from a child’s mind. Maybe I didn’t like the place because I was suspended five times from it.
Last year I moved from Guttenberg to Manchester, which moved me from Clayton Ridge to West Delaware High School. The whole move was a speedy process. Before we moved I only knew 3 people that attended West Delaware and out of those people, none of them are my age. I was upset with my parents for putting me in the position of leaving all my friends that I had finally gotten used to, to move somewhere where I didn’t know anybody. A rush of emotions were coming onto me; fear of losing friends, anger and resentment towards my family for not telling me until they had already bought the house, but also excitement because I would be starting all over again and meeting new people.
Jewish literature portrays the struggles of immigrant life, the stable yet alienated middle-class existence that followed, and finally the unique challenges of cultural acceptance: assimilation and the reawakening of tradition Jewish culture, whether defined in religious or secular terms, has been shaped and reshaped by the written word. The result has been a rich legacy of literary invention and textual interpretation that begins in the biblical period and continues to this day. The series of distinguished works written advances understanding of the contributions of Jewish literature to the evolution of culture broadly conceived. Jewish literature reflects on meaning of being human, the content of Jewish identity, family dysfunction, Jewish feminism with its contemporary challenges, the nature of evil and the role of God in history. This literature speaks about the concerns of Human existence in extremis.
Alongside the rest of the Comparative World Religions’ class I was able to observe and learn, at both a Jewish Synagogue and an Eastern Orthodox Church. While they differ in beliefs, each has their own traditional practices which the class was taught while visiting. Before entering a Jewish Synagogue or home one will usually find
Growing up in a private charter school, the teachers really fixated on telling you when and how you were wrong. We were expected to know anything and everything that prevailed to our current grade. Being in that environment really made it hard for me to try. Because trying was leaving possibilities for error and mistakes and that wasn 't acceptable. So, for any difficult problem, I wouldn 't even try.
When I turned into a freshman, I decided to transfer to a deaf school for my high school years and graduated there. By then, my struggles with my writing and reading were improving by working hard. IN my freshman, there was an English teacher, Mrs. Copeland-Samaripa, a strict teacher I ever had seen and I failed this class once because of lack of my doing in homework and tests. I didn’t want to repeat the grade so I decided to work hard by studying notes for test and turned homework in on time.
The thought of growing older has always made me shudder. I’d much rather stay in elementary school for the rest of my life, where the only responsibility I had was to color and take naps. When I turned 16, I realized that this was the time of my life where that dream of staying young forever could never come true. My driver’s license was almost in reach, and I knew that the day I would get it would be the day I say goodbye to my beloved childhood.
Have you ever felt uncomfortable, nervous, and confused ? These are all the things I felt moving to a new school. I had no idea if I would gain friends or if anyone would like me. Maybe if I had a tour around the new school before my first day I would have not been so disorientated. Going from a one story school to a two story school was hard, having to look down every five seconds to make sure I was on the right hall, or if I was suppose to be upstairs or downstairs.