Yeshiva Pressure

Photo: Miriam Woelke

B"H

Although more than ten years have passed, my life still depends on the same kind of thoughts !

A poetry I wrote eight years ago:

Once upon a time, I was a yeshiva student.

A student of a well - known

religious haredi school.

I hated this school.

I loved this school.

We had a firm schedule.

Studying in the late afternoons and

in the evenings.

Torah, Talmud and Jewish law.

I hated the classes.

I loved the classes.

The pressure was enormous.

To dress modestly.

To behaved appropriate.

To pray.

To think.

I hated the pressure.

I loved the pressure.

One day I had a nervous breakdown.

Caused by the pressure.

Pressure I put upon myself.

Now I have a free life.

Nevertheless, sometimes

I hate it and sometimes I

love it.