There are so many values in life, and in Jewish Studies, we were asked to choose 5 Jewish values out of a sheet that I think has every single Jewish value in the world. Even though there were so many, we could only choose five. I took my time and chose the five that are the most important for me, even though I think they are all important. I chose Love of Israel, Freedom, Do not embarrass, Diversity and Creativity. We were asked to say -in a slideshow- what we think each one means, were in Jewish text it talks about each value,  how we can use and incorporate into our lives and why we chose it. I learnt and practiced writing a minimal amount on my slides. I also practiced eye contact, and so I didn’t have to memorize everything I was going to say I made a script and cue cards.

If you would like to read or look at my slide show here it is ⇩

The five senses are one of the most important parts when you are writing. Using the five senses, sight, touch, taste, sound and smell helps make a story much more imaginable for the reader. In class, our teacher gave us an assignment. The assignment was to write about the scene in our school. Even though they are all different they all are practising the five senses in writing. we all learned how to use the five senses more in-depth and practiced writing. this assignment was one of the first things we worked on after summer break. I’m sorry if it’s not edited well, I could probably do better. However I still tried. This is what I wrote, I tried to recreate the scene of school at the end of the day.

It’s last period and I’m counting down every second as we’re playing a lazy yet energetic game of basketball. We’re playing half-court and it’s my turn to check. I look around the tall orange gym with different blue athletes painted on the wall. I hold the well-aged orange basketball in my hands and feel the stiff leather peeling away. I did a bounce pass to one of my friends on the blue pinny team. I swear that we’ve had the same pinnies since the 1990s.  The odour lingers on the pinnies, even if it is a “breathable fabric” they always feel like a sweater when you’re running around. I used to think all the pinnies would never be washed when I was in second grade but since then I realize they do, even if they don’t seem like it. They do a bounce pass back. I dribble the ball on the wooden floor, and every time I hear the echo of the loud bounce. I look for my teammates but they are all guarded. So I run up and do the right power layup. “ Right foot, left foot, up,” I mumble to myself. I look around and see the old clock. We only have five minutes left which means we practically won, right now we’re leading 26 to 10. Time goes by as the other team goes for many layups and jump shots, but they keep missing. While our team keeps making our shots. The loud orange whistle blows. We shake each other’s sweaty hands and go to the wall with the hockey player murals on them. I stare at the wall trying to find my knapsack when it hits me. I forgot my bag all the way upstairs in my locker. 

I take my giant pink metal water bottle with me as I go upstairs to look for my bag. As I exit the gym and enter a long beige hallway, with little kids flushing out like they all are waiting to win the billion-dollar lottery. On the walls, there are boards with bright and colourful pictures that I assume the younger kids made the art based on the bubble letter signs that read “Grade 2 Art”. As I push open the heavy metal doors I start to walk up the tall flight of stairs. The wall is painted a  bright apple red. On the other side of the stairwell, there are pictures of some of the kids mounted onto the wall. As I open the second set of doors I walk into a very similar hallway. It’s just like the previous hall but this time there isn’t any art on the walls. As I look to my left I see the bright turquoise door to the bathroom. I continue walking, but I still get a glimpse of a few classrooms. The first one has the door covered with a pretty grey pattern. The second classroom has a red door but inside there are a bunch of blush pink accessories. then finally I get to my classroom. This room is far more basic than the other one but with the big leather couch, it could not be more fun. I find my grey bag laying against my desk. I pick it up and run out to the parking lot. I sprint so hard I wonder how hard I’m painting. I take my phone out and look at the time, few it’s only 3:48. Most of the cars are still in the parking lot and I can tell some kids left the beige brick building with their parents. I see my brother and sign him out. I take him to our dad’s black minivan. He keeps blabbering about his day but all I can think about is “how could I possibly forget my bag”.