In fifth grade, I took placement tests for middle school that basically decided my course path for the next seven years and beyond. I placed into the highest math, but I was put in the regular English class.
To me, regular meant bad, and from then on, I decided that I wasn’t “good” at English, or writing, in this case. For the next seven years, I followed the “regular” English class path, never taking honors or AP classes in high school.
When it was time for me to apply to colleges, it was also time to write a plethora of supplemental essays. I was terrified. For so many years I had told myself that I wasn’t a strong writer, that I actually believed it.
I wrote the essays and got into Tufts early, but I still had my inferiority English complex. Because I hadn’t taken any AP English classes, I had to take English 1 during my first semester at Tufts. I placed out of English 2, and was relieved to finally be done with English and writing forever.
That is, until I had my internship at Mayyim Hayyim this summer. A requirement of being a quasi-staff member at Mayyim Hayyim is that you have to write a “once-every-6-ish-weeks” blog post for their blog, www.mayyimhayyimblog.com.
I wrote my first blog post about Orange is the New Black and mikveh, which exploded just because of the topic. I was pleased, but still didn’t think anything of it.
My second and final blog post was more personal, and I didn’t think it was anything special, but Carrie, the executive director did. She sent it to EJewishPhilanthopy, and someone there must have had an off-day, because they said they would publish it.
It has taken me until age 21 to realize that I don’t completely suck at writing, and that I also have always had many things to say—particularly about Judaism.