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I pressed the button on the double-doored fridge and four ice cubes shot out. I pressed the second button and filled my disposable cup with water. It’s a good thing that I like crunching on ice and that it’s not considered bad manners for a 12-year-old, because that’s the only thing I can eat when we meet up with our family at my grandfather’s house. You see, my grandfather doesn’t keep kosher.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Al always tries to be friendly though, so he thought of a question. You know how adults always ask you about school?
“So, Shaina, how’s school?”
“Great. I have a new Navi teacher and she’s making everything come alive,” I said.
“Navi? What’s that?”
“Uuh … prophets,” I answered.
“So you learn about the prophets … like Samuel and Isaiah? Right?”
“Yup. We learn Hebrew topics till 12 and from 12 to 3:45 we learn English, Math, and stuff like that,” I said.
“Wow,” Al said. “Pretty cool.”
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