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BY: FAIGY GOLD

Recap: Ahuva is struggling in school. Tehilla meets Pori, who tells her that Ahuva will be joining her in Bnos Batsheva for the upcoming school year for the eleventh grade. Faigy is having a hard time teaching her sixth grade students.

CHAPTER TWELVE:

“Miss Klein?” Faigy looked up from the disarray of math tests on her desk. It was Bella, the girl who loved to do anything but sit still. Faigy felt herself tense up as she straightened up to face her student.

“I just wanted to tell you that I am never going to get my diploma! I’m going to fail your classes because…do you want to know why? Because this school and all the teachers in it are DUMB!” Faigy wasn’t surprised at the blatant disrespect. She was just surprised that Bella would care about failing. Bella hadn’t even completed one homework assignment or test since the school year began.

A strange thought popped into her head. Maybe this is a cry for help. A girl like Bella didn’t burst into tears or throw a tantrum when life threw a hurdle at her. Bella was tough, life had toughened her up at a young age. Looking at her, you would never know the emotions that raged withing her little heart. Is this Bella’s way of saying “I need to talk to you?”

Despite herself, Faigy felt a flutter in her heart. Maybe, just maybe, a student would confide in her. Maybe she would be the superhero teacher who would save her life. When Bella would graduate, and decide to embrace a life of Yiddishkeit, she would say in some kind of inspirational speech, “It all began in sixth grade, when my special teacher lit a spark inside of me…”

She shook herself back to the present. “Of all dumb teachers, you are the worst! How do you expect me to get into college? And hey, did you even graduate college yourself?

Faigy resisted the urge to giggle. Was graduating high school the equivalent of college? Of course not! She even gave up on

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“Bella,” she said. She organized the papers to appear busy as she spoke. “I hear your concern. So the problem is that you want to score better on your tests?”

Bella nodded fiercely. “If you would only prepare me and teach it clearly, I would get hundreds!” A tear escaped from the corner of her eye. She angrily brushed it and pretended to look tough. “If not, I will have my mom call to complain about you!”

It was too late. Faigy had spotted her weakness, and she wasn’t going to pretend to have not noticed. She bent down to be at eye level with her student, and whispered, “Bella, is there something else, perhaps not school related, that you want to share with me?”

To her shock, Bella’s eyes clouded with tears as she slowly nodded her head. ***

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. This one liner kept ringing incessantly in my mind as I twisted and turned in bed. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Frustrated, I turned over again and tried to calm my racing thoughts. It didn’t help. My mind held a hazy picture of blurred sheep, but even the sheep didn’t distract me or lull me to sleep.

At three AM, I admitted defeat. I tip-toed out of bed, and gingerly took out the latest novel, carefully turning the pages to the light of my flashlight. I read comfortably for a half hour until I heard a whisper.

“Tehilla? You up?” I stiffened. Faigy was up.

“Sorry. Did I wake you?”

“Nnnoo…” her voice whispered. She sounded embarrassed, even in the dark. “I couldn’t sleep.”

I resisted the urge to giggle. I wondered if she had heard my twisting and turning. It didn’t matter, I quickly reminded myself, Faigy wasn’t quite the friend I wanted or needed. Not even at three in the morning.

“At least I didn’t wake you,” I responded evenly. “Hope you sleep soon.” I continued reading, ignoring the fact that my cousin was breathing heavily, almost begging me to acknowledge her presence. It was kind of irksome to have unwanted company at this hour. I ignored my nagging conscience and kept reading.

Until I heard the sniffling. It started out as a small whimper, but all too soon, I was able to hear her sobs. There was no question about it. Faigy was crying herself to sleep. I froze under my blanket, and quietly clicked off my flashlight, closing my book and placing it near my pillow. If I thought I could get away with pretending not to have heard, I was wrong. “Ss…s..sorry,” she whispered. She sniffled and then said, “I am guessing you don’t really need a crying fest in your room at this hour.” It was already past four AM.

I grimaced. It was hard to stay coldhearted for so long, though. Something inside of me thawed slightly as I whispered, “Faigy, do you want to talk about it?”

I was able to make out her nod in the dark. I turned on the Kosher lamp on the night chest between us and hugged my knees. “Ready when you are,” I said softly, not quite meeting her eyes. Silence hung between us for an uncomfortable moment.

“It’s not teaching that is the problem,” she confided. “I know that you think that I am overdramatizing a teaching experience gone sour, but it is so much more than that.” I bent forward. “It’s a secret. I can trust you because you are family, right?” ***

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Ahuva nodded. She fidgeted with the pen in

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her hands, admiring the logo printed on it. The principal handed her a yellow folder. The first thing that Ahuva saw was the rule book. Of course. Every school had rules. Even schools that were not made for the cookie cutter Bais Yakov student.

“This is our basic Student Handbook,” Mrs. Kornbluth explained. Euphemism for rule book, Ahuva couldn’t help but think. As if reading her mind, her new principal continued, “We don’t like to call them rules. They are more like expectations. We expect certain things from our student body, and we just need to formalize it into a booklet. Think of it like a driver’s manual that gives you safety rules for the road.”

“I didn’t even read this yet, but I can’t help but wonder: How will these rules keep me safe and not stifled?” Ahuva pinched herself, but it was too late. She had already spoken. To her relief, Mrs. Kornbluth didn’t look bothered by the audacity of the question.

“Excellent point. When it comes to driving, it is very clear to us that the laws are here to protect us. In areas such as tznius and technology, the lines are blurred, and things don’t seem so black and white. That’s why we have rabbanim to guide us and make it all black and white for us while we are still young.”

“And when we grow up?” Ahuva dared to ask. “Then hopefully you will have gained the clarity to stay true to the values that you have attained right here in Bnos Batsheva. But I wanted to talk to you about something important.” Mrs. Kornbluth leaned forward and gazed at the new student in front of her. “Is there anyone in the grade that you already know here to ease your transition into the school?” the girls slept on. She prepared supper and even went out on an errand, but the girls were still sleeping.

When the clock struck 12:30, she had enough. She knocked on the door and let herself into the room. “Good Morning!” she sang out to the two lumps in the beds. “And how are you today?”

“Mweggawiwlas,” her daughter mumbled.

“Faigy!” It suddenly hit her that her niece would be late for teaching. “Faigy! You have to be in school in fifteen minutes! What are you going to do?”

Faigy sat up with a start, her bloodshot eyes and sleep-creased face making her look like she was still half asleep. Her hand flew to her mouth. “Oh nooo…” she moaned. “Even if I rush like crazy, I will be at least a half hour late. And I don’t think that I can make it there anyways today, I am so drained!”

A crazy idea formed in Chava’s mind as her niece spoke. “Maybe,” she began hesitantly. She stopped, but Tehilla read her mind and finished her sentence.

“Maybe you can be the substitute for an hour or so until Faigy comes!” Tehilla exclaimed triumphantly. She was no longer sleeping, no longer garbling, but fully awake, her eyes shining.

“Ma, the girls will love you! You are like, a born teacher! And you’ll save Faigy because her principal doesn’t have a good back-up plan for emergencies! Win-win!”

Chava briefly wondered how Tehilla knew so much about Faigy’s school when they barely exchanged more than two words to each other. After a month of Faigy’s stay, she had long given up on their relationship. She refused to even let herself hope.

She found herself slowly nodding to this zany idea.

The sun bathed the room in an almost eerie glow. Slowly, the room was transformed as the sun finally peeked out and allowed the morning to begin. As Chava dropped Moti off at the babysitter and put Chayala onto her bus,

And that’s how she found herself pulling up to the tall and imposing building of Shalheves Elementary Girls School of Brooklyn.