We enter into this world in an orgasmic explosion rudely introduced randomly to one another. We are sheltered, we are fed and we are encircled by warmth and flesh. A light suddenly appears and we are thrust into that light, whose effervescence, we soon will find, is not as consistent as promised. A pair of arms, a breast which we are too young to appreciate, a bed with bars and us, thoroughly lacking any voluntary motor functions. Years pass and you find yourself in a chair, in a class, in a building with rules to destroy any sense of independence or unconventional thinking or behavior. You must conform. Some of us reject these rules and end up with labels such as "Bad kid" or "disrespectful." Sometimes we are blessed with a teacher who understands and embraces individuality. Those are the ones we will remember forever. But other times we are given a teacher who hates their job and is not afraid to take it out on the kids. "There must be something wrong with him, he cannot sit still for more than 5 minutes at a time. He doesn't stop disrupting the class." I still cannot understand how I can be silent when a humorous situation presents itself. I also cannot sit silently while being forced to listen to someone who considers themselves my superior yet possesses none of the qualifications. At 8 years of age I was punished and sent to the principles office for making a comment about how God looks. "I picture God looking like the weatherman on Eyewitness News, Tex Antoine." "You picture our Lord, our heavenly Father as a weatherman?" The Rabbi, standing over six feet tall and looking down on me as I sat at my desk. "Yeah. He always knows how the weather is going to be. Only God knows the future, right?" "How dare you." "What?" "You compare Hashem with an actor? A weatherman?" "Is that wrong?" "Go to Rabbi Pearl's office now." Rabbi Pearl was the principle. "Why?" "Because you are disrespectful and do not understand the holiness of God." "Disrespectful?" He pulled me by my ear and led me to the door and closed it behind me. I walked to the principals office confused and in tears. #writingcommunity #yeshiva #writerscommunity #postoftheday #freddyzaltaInstagram

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