The Flame - January 2015

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1 The Flame October ‘09

Golda Och Academy - West Orange, New Jersey January 2015 Volume XXXIV Issue 4

Sen1or5: “Goodbye, G.O.A.” Jonathan Wingens‘15 and Hannah Cohen ‘15 Dear G.O.A., A year from now, we’ll all be gone and you’ll miss us because the juniors will be the school’s new role models. We could stop here, because, you know, ‘nough said, but we’ve never been the type of grade to disappoint the administration. We’d like to begin by dispelling a few false rumors. Throughout our time at Solomon Schechter Day School/Golda Och Academy, we have always somehow found ourselves carrying the moniker “the boring grade” or, G-d forbid, the worst name of them all – “the studious grade.” Well, let us tell you a thing or two about the class of 2015, a.k.a. sen1or5. From our inauspicious beginnings cleaning up goat urine in a kindergarten classroom and witnessing some of our dearest friends engulfed in flames – if any of you have seen Sion react to a matchbox, you know what we’re talking about – to our later involvement in an international criminal conspiracy (#na’eleven), our grade has been anything but boring. We scared not one, not two, not three, but four science teachers to the extent that they had to flee the school – one even went as far as India to escape our wrath. We made the school rethink its water fountain policy and consider lockdown drills when we were made to sing “Ve’ahavto.” As if that’s not evidence enough, HB 06-1’s time capsule carried such deep secrets that it mysteriously disappeared somewhere under the building. It is in that spirit that we, although it will be of little comfort to Morah Besner’s sixth grade class, open up our verbal time capsule. It all started on the blue couch in the year 2002. Jacob M.S., Noah Boy, Noa Girl, Jordan, and others set in motion the beginning of what would come to be the most important grade in the history of the school. Second grade was characterized by an all out war. Chasing around the playground and hiding behind desks were commonplace in this theater of combat, also known by its regional name, “Mrs. Aronoff’s room.” Yes, this year was the era of boys versus girls.

In fifth grade, Israel turned 60 and we moved up. AOL Instant Messenger became cool and our conversations turned into repetitions of, “hey, hey, what’s up?, nm u?, same, cool.” Oh also, “kewl” became a thing along with “skool,” “g2g,” and a count of how many different ways our away statuses could tell people not to talk to us; unless you had a crush, in which case messaging was acceptable regardless of AIM status. Then there was middle school. It was awkward. There is honestly no reason to reminisce. Ninth grade rolled around and our grade experienced a population boom with 38 kids ready to face

the rollercoaster that high school promised to be. We took massive steps in eliminating our grade’s long-standing mechitza, engaging in actual crossgender interaction, even forming a “partnership of like,” our version of a relationship. Our rowdiness led Dr. Frank to speak to us with words we didn’t understand, and Ms. Jaffe with assertions that left us shaking in our na’ot. Tenth grade was the year we finally learned social skills. We started talking to people older than us, and history took an interesting turn as Germany invaded Finland. It was also the year of the mass exodus – see you on Neshama, Gili – and STS Fridays. In the Twilight Zone, we miraculously won every sporting event at the all high school shabbaton, yet still managed to lose as a result of our “bad behavior.” As you all know, junior year is the year to re-

ally get into your extracurriculars, and we sure did. With four highly qualified presidents running Community Clothing Club, and JMS releasing Current Events Club propaganda weekly, there was no shortage of college application material. At the same time, it took Eric’s robotics team all of one year to become the most successful club in the school. Business Club came back with a bang, rivaling the membership of the Jewish Sports Society. We took over school clubs faster than we could analyze the causes and consequences of the Red (Pizza) Scare ‘14. Oh, and of course, we finally discovered there was a grade below us. Then, senior year hit us like a train. Or maybe that was just senior seminar. Whatever the case, it seemed like our so called “senioritis” was worse than swine ‘09, prompting many insistences from teachers that, as sophomore Zach Colton-Max put it, “it’s time to get serious.” Don’t worry though, those discussions never caused more than a five percent increase in attendance. Time really flew – because we slept through most of our first period classes – and before we knew it, January, our final month of school, was coming to a close. Cue nostalgic music. As the last curtains descend and we take our final bows, we can’t help but realize that this school has given us so much more than we could ever appreciate as students. It gave us the best of times, and it gave us the worst of times. It gave us wisdom when we insisted on foolishness. It gave us belief but left room for doubt. It gave us a place that even Siri recognizes as our second home. It gave us light when all seemed dark. Most of all, it gave us our family. And for that, we are sincerely grateful. Signing off, The Class of 2015

Fighting For Feminism by Aviva Kamens ‘17

A Banner Year For Science Olympiad by Kim Robins ‘17

Boys and Girls Ballin’ On the Court by Matt Nadel ‘17

The Interview Sparks Global Controversy by Kim Robins ‘17

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