During class, someone asked a question of Rabbi Peril and she began yelling like a banshee. “All of you wrote in your applications that you knew all these things.”
I was tired of her teaching style and almost said, “No, Cheryl. My application detailed exactly what I know. I’m here to learn, not be yelled at by a spoiled five-year-old. If you don’t want to teach us, I will walk to the office right now and withdraw from the program.”
Usually, when I need to speak up for myself, an invisible hand wraps itself around my throat and my words are trapped. That time, there was no invisible hand. I looked at the faces of my fellow classmates, remembered them discussing how important it was not to make waves, and I held myself back.
At that moment, I guess still had some of the confidence I’d mysteriously gained over the last few years. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t last much longer in that environment.
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