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Wake Up!
A SEMINARY GIRL’S MUSINGS
Aby Yocheved Chana two words that like strike my heart and even entered my mind. The memory is
thick blanket of emptiness cause a whirling adrenaline to rush crystal clear, yet here I am now –
slowly drapes over the dorm as through my bloodstream, two words… almost post-sem!
the days pass by. As I check off
each day on my calendar at Wake up. So time and I seem to only intensify
night, more and more holes I’m only 19 – and although I believe, our race as I grow older, time forever
are being punched out of my as every good teenager, that I am as ahead. The older I get, the faster the
heart as one girl after another wise as a 90-year-old, ready to retire, time ticks, and the more I know, the
leaves for Pesach. You never waiting for my grandchildren to visit – more I realize that I don’t know. As
know how much you appreciate some- reality’s well-kept secret is that I have a each day sets calmly into night, the
thing until you lack it – and the same tremendous amount to yet learn and louder those clichéd yet astoundingly
goes with people, as my roommates instill. But one thing I can vouch for is true whispers turn into heart-wrench-
start packing. Profound sadness begins how fast time flies by. ing cries begging desperately for
to fill a now-cavernous space in my Only 15 years have passed since I acknowledgment.
heart. A lone tear trickles down my begged my mother to be promoted
cheek. from car seat to seat belt. She said four Two words that don’t stop haunting
years more, and I remember whining, me….
Time which used to feel like thick believing the day would never come.
jelly is beginning to feel like sand trick- I was four then – I’m 19 now. I can’t Wake up.
ling through my fingers. And, man alive, wait to own my own car! But just yester- Take advantage, its whispered
it’s scary. The whole “By Chanukah day I was dreaming just for the seat threats echo. It’s all over soon.
you’ll feel…(fill in the blank)” is com- belt! Promotion to the front seat hadn’t It’s a thought that keeps shadowing
pletely not underrated. Not for one my footsteps, ever since my last room-
moment. Days may sometimes take for- mate left this morning, and it’s that
ever and minutes may sometimes tick
by slowly torturously slowly, but the Realistic expectations are key to a
weeks just fly by now. successful job search.
Succos was light-years ago. Let the JCS Career Center help you
Chanuka flew by like the wind… Purim set and achieve your career goals.
passed in a frenzied flash… and now I
can hear Pesach’s tippy toes… as it The JCS Career Center coaches you to career success.
slowly creeps up behind my back,
preparing to clasp my shoulder and 410.466.9200 • jcsbaltimore.org
shake me fiercely, whispering in my ear,
“Only five weeks left!”
I’m not sad in reality... Sadness, I
know, is just a passing fluff of a feeling
over the deep foundational apprecia-
tion that’s grown inside me. I know that
I’m super-thankful for the time I had,
and am even more super-thankful that
I’ve made something of all those days –
knowing I’ll never regret it. Yet there are
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A SEMINARY GIRL’S MUSINGS
Aby Yocheved Chana two words that like strike my heart and even entered my mind. The memory is
thick blanket of emptiness cause a whirling adrenaline to rush crystal clear, yet here I am now –
slowly drapes over the dorm as through my bloodstream, two words… almost post-sem!
the days pass by. As I check off
each day on my calendar at Wake up. So time and I seem to only intensify
night, more and more holes I’m only 19 – and although I believe, our race as I grow older, time forever
are being punched out of my as every good teenager, that I am as ahead. The older I get, the faster the
heart as one girl after another wise as a 90-year-old, ready to retire, time ticks, and the more I know, the
leaves for Pesach. You never waiting for my grandchildren to visit – more I realize that I don’t know. As
know how much you appreciate some- reality’s well-kept secret is that I have a each day sets calmly into night, the
thing until you lack it – and the same tremendous amount to yet learn and louder those clichéd yet astoundingly
goes with people, as my roommates instill. But one thing I can vouch for is true whispers turn into heart-wrench-
start packing. Profound sadness begins how fast time flies by. ing cries begging desperately for
to fill a now-cavernous space in my Only 15 years have passed since I acknowledgment.
heart. A lone tear trickles down my begged my mother to be promoted
cheek. from car seat to seat belt. She said four Two words that don’t stop haunting
years more, and I remember whining, me….
Time which used to feel like thick believing the day would never come.
jelly is beginning to feel like sand trick- I was four then – I’m 19 now. I can’t Wake up.
ling through my fingers. And, man alive, wait to own my own car! But just yester- Take advantage, its whispered
it’s scary. The whole “By Chanukah day I was dreaming just for the seat threats echo. It’s all over soon.
you’ll feel…(fill in the blank)” is com- belt! Promotion to the front seat hadn’t It’s a thought that keeps shadowing
pletely not underrated. Not for one my footsteps, ever since my last room-
moment. Days may sometimes take for- mate left this morning, and it’s that
ever and minutes may sometimes tick
by slowly torturously slowly, but the Realistic expectations are key to a
weeks just fly by now. successful job search.
Succos was light-years ago. Let the JCS Career Center help you
Chanuka flew by like the wind… Purim set and achieve your career goals.
passed in a frenzied flash… and now I
can hear Pesach’s tippy toes… as it The JCS Career Center coaches you to career success.
slowly creeps up behind my back,
preparing to clasp my shoulder and 410.466.9200 • jcsbaltimore.org
shake me fiercely, whispering in my ear,
“Only five weeks left!”
I’m not sad in reality... Sadness, I
know, is just a passing fluff of a feeling
over the deep foundational apprecia-
tion that’s grown inside me. I know that
I’m super-thankful for the time I had,
and am even more super-thankful that
I’ve made something of all those days –
knowing I’ll never regret it. Yet there are
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