1964. I must have spent a month of Sundays with my friends at the World’s Fair in Flushing Meadows. And, then, school began.
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Regulation Gone Amok?
Let me state unequivocally that I have a bias in this fight. I am the product of 9 years of yeshiva. And, while I was probably NOT the favorite of my teachers (now THERE’s an understatement), I did receive an outstanding education. Not that they would have known that, since I spent more time out in the hall during my first years at HANC than I did in the classroom. (They stopped sending me to the hall by the middle of my third year there.) But, I did read religiously (pun intended) all the textbooks, handouts, etc. that were provided to the classes.
Three Years to Make a Difference
It was May when I got to meet (by reputation) one of the scariest teachers of my school. I had just about finished my 6th grade year with Ms. Kessler. One of the teachers who tried to push me just a little harder. She got me to write my first poem. (I had written an essay, but she showed me that it was written in perfect iambic pentameter.) And, a term paper about the USSR (83 pages written in very tiny letters)…And, now I was “requested” to appear in Miss Katzman’s office after lunch.
Lost
It was 50 years ago. Also on a Friday. The day President Kennedy was shot. And, as I’ve described the situation with my kids- how 9-11 is indelibly imprinted on their psyche- so is this date for me and my generation: 22 November 1963.