When I wrote essays my hand hurt a lot because I have the habit of pressing the pen down very hard. I really hated writing that every time I was in Yeshiva Darchei Torah, I was dreaming about a school that all the writing was done on computers and the teachers were able to see everybody’s work as easily (or better) as it was with writing on worksheets.
That dream became a reality when my mother introduced me to another school, called YALA, for an interview. How it works in YALA is that everybody has an iPad and everybody’s iPad gets mirrored onto the smartboard so the teacher gets to see what everybody is doing and also mirror corrections and other stuff to the iPad. Unfortunately, all the principals left and was replaced with new principals that didn’t know that much about computers and smartboards. When I came to YALA the next year (I was coming out of 10th grade from Yeshiva Darchei Torah) I was expecting the same thing as what they did last year in YALA. I was very upset that things were going to be different than what I expected. Everybody did get an iPad, but, the teachers didn’t know how to work anything and decided to learn things the old fashioned way but let whoever wanted to use the iPad for learning was able to use it. Unfortunately, someone in my class (YALA only has one class), Yitzchok, abused the privilege with the iPad by checking his emails and Google Plus posts resulting in a lot of the class now thinking that using iPads is a waste of time and that the iPads should be used for games by recess, not for learning in class. I was very upset that Yitzchok ruined the privilege for everyone in YALA resulting in me getting angry at him and bullying him. It just wasn’t fair for me that my parents had to pay more money for tuition for YALA than in Yeshiva Darchei Torah, plus, paying more for tutors teaching me the stuff I should be learning (everybody else in YALA was doing 9th grade work while I needed 11th grade work) for every time they came, plus, YALA was much farther away than Yeshiva Darchei Torah, plus, the kids weren’t as nice to me as the boys in Yeshiva Darchei Torah were. I was thinking the least thing YALA can do is have the iPads and smartboard in the way they had it the year before I was in YALA. I became more angry at Yitzchok, resulting in giving him stitches. I was still angry with Yitzchok in Camp Kaylie the following summer. After Camp Kaylie that summer, I came home very angry and rigid.
My parents couldn’t take it anymore that they finally found a new camp for me, Camp Chaverim, and sent me there. In Camp Chaverim, I became interested in a boy in my bunk named Yaakov because he was very similar to me resulting in me befriending him and getting into friends for the first time. After Camp Chaverim, my mother picked me up happy to see that I finally got into making friends.
My parents introduced me to another school, called IVDU. Unfortunately, people started being angry with me because I did immature things in that school. I suspected that my classmates in IVDU were bullying me. Unfortunately, my parents thought it was my fault because of what I did to Yitzchok. I had enough of people in IVDU bullying me that I kept thinking about Yaakov and mentioning his name every second resulting in my classmates thinking that I’m gay.
The following summer, I went to Camp Chaverim the whole summer. Unfortunately, someone in my class, Shloime, also went to Camp Chaverim and told Yaakov everything that happened. Yaakov decided to keep his distance from me. The summer went and gone and I went back to IVDU for the next year. The same repeat of last year pretty much.
I refused to go to Camp Chaverim the following summer and instead my parents signed me up for being an Intern at Camp Kaylie. As an Intern, I work as an assistant in the computer lab. Unfortunately, two kids from my YALA class are in Camp Kaylie. One classmate, Meir, is in my Intern bunk, and the same classmate that I gave stitches to three years ago, Yitzchok, is a camper in Camp Kaylie. When I bumped into Meir, he did not say hello to me. I was thinking to myself that he forgot about me. Unfortunately, I found out that Meir has a very good memory. I asked him about YALA and he denied that he went to YALA. I kept on asking and then he admitted that he went to YALA, but that YALA is the past and that he doesn’t want to have any contact with anyone in YALA. He also said to me that “I’m not your friend and you’re not my friend” getting me very angry at him. Meanwhile, Yitzchok wants to live the past and does not want to forget about the stitches I gave him. I’m very angry that Meir has to be in my bunk. What I did before was annoy Meir about YALA reunions getting him very upset. I feel like getting Meir as mad as can be right now. I’m very mad that I can’t have a fresh start. I really want a fresh start. What should I do?
That dream became a reality when my mother introduced me to another school, called YALA, for an interview. How it works in YALA is that everybody has an iPad and everybody’s iPad gets mirrored onto the smartboard so the teacher gets to see what everybody is doing and also mirror corrections and other stuff to the iPad. Unfortunately, all the principals left and was replaced with new principals that didn’t know that much about computers and smartboards. When I came to YALA the next year (I was coming out of 10th grade from Yeshiva Darchei Torah) I was expecting the same thing as what they did last year in YALA. I was very upset that things were going to be different than what I expected. Everybody did get an iPad, but, the teachers didn’t know how to work anything and decided to learn things the old fashioned way but let whoever wanted to use the iPad for learning was able to use it. Unfortunately, someone in my class (YALA only has one class), Yitzchok, abused the privilege with the iPad by checking his emails and Google Plus posts resulting in a lot of the class now thinking that using iPads is a waste of time and that the iPads should be used for games by recess, not for learning in class. I was very upset that Yitzchok ruined the privilege for everyone in YALA resulting in me getting angry at him and bullying him. It just wasn’t fair for me that my parents had to pay more money for tuition for YALA than in Yeshiva Darchei Torah, plus, paying more for tutors teaching me the stuff I should be learning (everybody else in YALA was doing 9th grade work while I needed 11th grade work) for every time they came, plus, YALA was much farther away than Yeshiva Darchei Torah, plus, the kids weren’t as nice to me as the boys in Yeshiva Darchei Torah were. I was thinking the least thing YALA can do is have the iPads and smartboard in the way they had it the year before I was in YALA. I became more angry at Yitzchok, resulting in giving him stitches. I was still angry with Yitzchok in Camp Kaylie the following summer. After Camp Kaylie that summer, I came home very angry and rigid.
My parents couldn’t take it anymore that they finally found a new camp for me, Camp Chaverim, and sent me there. In Camp Chaverim, I became interested in a boy in my bunk named Yaakov because he was very similar to me resulting in me befriending him and getting into friends for the first time. After Camp Chaverim, my mother picked me up happy to see that I finally got into making friends.
My parents introduced me to another school, called IVDU. Unfortunately, people started being angry with me because I did immature things in that school. I suspected that my classmates in IVDU were bullying me. Unfortunately, my parents thought it was my fault because of what I did to Yitzchok. I had enough of people in IVDU bullying me that I kept thinking about Yaakov and mentioning his name every second resulting in my classmates thinking that I’m gay.
The following summer, I went to Camp Chaverim the whole summer. Unfortunately, someone in my class, Shloime, also went to Camp Chaverim and told Yaakov everything that happened. Yaakov decided to keep his distance from me. The summer went and gone and I went back to IVDU for the next year. The same repeat of last year pretty much.
I refused to go to Camp Chaverim the following summer and instead my parents signed me up for being an Intern at Camp Kaylie. As an Intern, I work as an assistant in the computer lab. Unfortunately, two kids from my YALA class are in Camp Kaylie. One classmate, Meir, is in my Intern bunk, and the same classmate that I gave stitches to three years ago, Yitzchok, is a camper in Camp Kaylie. When I bumped into Meir, he did not say hello to me. I was thinking to myself that he forgot about me. Unfortunately, I found out that Meir has a very good memory. I asked him about YALA and he denied that he went to YALA. I kept on asking and then he admitted that he went to YALA, but that YALA is the past and that he doesn’t want to have any contact with anyone in YALA. He also said to me that “I’m not your friend and you’re not my friend” getting me very angry at him. Meanwhile, Yitzchok wants to live the past and does not want to forget about the stitches I gave him. I’m very angry that Meir has to be in my bunk. What I did before was annoy Meir about YALA reunions getting him very upset. I feel like getting Meir as mad as can be right now. I’m very mad that I can’t have a fresh start. I really want a fresh start. What should I do?
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