By Rebecca Shaid
I was sitting in class one day when all of a sudden a loud burst of noise erupts from the doorway and a multitude of seniors pile into the confined room. I was confused and flustered with no idea what was about to happen. It wasn’t until the big group of kids starting singing and walking right towards me that I recognized this ceremony as the celebration of winning the honorable menschen award. This had always been my dream, and I was absolutely astonished that after years of asking people to nominate me, I had finally been picked. I was shaking with excitement at the prospect of fame. Hillel Weitzman, leading the pack, was walking that kugel in a napkin right towards me. I reached out my hand to grab the warm, delicious kugel when he made a sharp turn to the left a foot away from my desk and gave the kugel to the devilish kid beside me, Matthias Langer. I couldn’t believe the sight in front of me. My dream had been in my grasp; I had seen it, so close, and I let it slip away, or rather that “[censored]” Langer stole it from me.
This is the tragic story of how my hopes and dreams died before my eyes. If you’re reading this, I beg you, NOMINATE ME!!!!
