Hazards & Hilarity: Succos Insecurities

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Are you feeling sorry for me yet? Because in the last two columns I told you about having a hard time in elementary school having a hard time in camp and then having a hard time in high school. 

I did have a hard time. And this column is going to be about being miserable on Yom Tov. And the whole friends’ saga in which I worried all day if I had friends if those friends I wasn’t quite sure I had would invite me over on Yom Tov afternoons if somebody would call me to ask me to join them on a Chol Hamoed outing if I’d have someone to sit with on the Chol Hamoed trip my school organized. 

But you don’t need to feel sorry for me because it’s actually a great thing that I had all these problems. Because now I get to write these columns. If I’d had had a boring teenage life who’d want to listen to my sage advice? Would you want to listen to a story that sounds like this? I was a very good girl. I always listened to my parents. I always liked what my principals and teachers had to say and I was an excellent student with a billion friends. I was happy well liked smart talented and always Head of Something because I did everything right.