A teen’s spiritual perspective
The alarm sounded, and I quickly jumped out of bed. Six in the morning had snuck up on me faster than I had anticipated, and suddenly I was thrown into the chaos of teachers, textbooks, schedules and everything else encompassed in the first day of school. I sat in homeroom that first day, my heart and head aching, as I dreamed of hiking in Israel and praying in a synagogue in Bulgaria as I had done during my long summer days. I tuned in to my principal, who was discussing over the intercom all the opportunities this new school year could bring, giving me much cause to think.
I began to think of what the New Year meant, for me and for everyone around me.
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