Why couldn’t a different teacher have given over those announcements? Why, oh why, did it have to be my mother?
I wake up slowly, eyes creaking open one by one.
The view outside my window is a mass of gray roiling clouds. It’s freezing, and my Uggs are nowhere to be seen. Oh, I can already tell it’s going to be a fantabulous day.
I miss the bus and have to get a ride with Ma. Wonderful for my reputation.
And of course, Ma is running late. So not only do I get to ride in her 90’s Green Toyota minivan, I also get to be late for cheder tefillah.
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