When the bell rang, one boy, around my height, maybe a bit taller, asks Mrs. Spiegelman if he could try out. Mrs. Spiegelman responds, “it is too late, and that if you cannot raise your hand on time, then you are not fit to try out.” This is how strict Mrs. Spiegelman is.
I heard this and regretted not raising my hand; I thought that there is no way that I would get another chance in trying out. Because I did not raise my hand, I felt my heart sink and I continued to feel an enormous amount of regret. Mrs. …show more content…
I could not believe it. She rarely gives anyone second chances, why me? I am anxious, yet excited. I had been waiting to be a part of my community’s Yom Hazikaron play since I was seven years old. Yom Hazikaron is a day to remember fallen soldiers and terror victims, and our community holds an annual commemoration ceremony attended by nearly three hundred people. I am an introverted kid and I am no performer. But I had looked forward to participating for a whole year, because it meant being the center of attention, the protagonist of the story, and I finally said “Yes.” In the long run a year is not a whole lot, but for an eight-year-old it is like a