Label a kid a "beis-level bochur" and you just might seal his fate
Iremember hearing the following story from a Bais Yaakov principal, but for the life of me, I can’t remember who it was. (If the protagonist happens to read this column, please write in to the magazine to identify yourself, and take me out of my misery.) Here goes:
The principal recounted the pivotal moment in her education when she turned from being a happy-go-lucky troublemaker to being a more serious, conscientious student. It was in sixth or seventh grade when she found herself once again being sent to the office for committing some minor (or major) infraction.
As she waited for her punishment to be determined, she noticed that the office door was somewhat ajar, and she was able to hear the principal speaking to someone on the phone. Hearing her name, she strained to listen to the conversation. Snippets of dialogue floated out the door as the principal described her latest escapade to the listener (her mother, she assumed), and while she couldn’t quite make out the entire conversation, she did hear this much: “You daughter has character.”
That phrase, that label, struck her with force.
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