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My name is Mark

İMark Brill 2000

My name is Mark, but in Hebrew school everybody got me confused with the same people all the time, stupid, idiot, moron, and one fellow who I seemed to be a mirror image of, retard.

I hated Hebrew school, never liked it at all past first grade. First grade they just taught you the alphabet and history. After that it went down hill very fast. I was soon picked out as the one who you didn't want on your reading team, the one who messed up more than others.

 I don't remember much of second grade, so I'm going to talk about third grade, and a game the teacher called Hebrew baseball. The point of Hebrew baseball was to make my life a living hell. 

You had to read four lines, four damn lines to reach "home plate" there were two teams, and if the person "batting" for the other team made a error while reading the other team shouted out ERROR!!!! 

They loved it when it was my turn because it was a sure bet that I was going to screw up on the first line, usually on the first word too. I can't believe I remember this, but I only made six home runs that year.

 I hated it because I knew that the other students knew something I didn't about reading the Hebrew. When I got help from a student, they all gave up, because what was obvious to them I didn't know, and they didn't know I didn't know. 

It was the different with teachers. They told me something that worked for one word. But never told me that it was a rule for other words like it.

 But what was worse was the social interactions.

 Mockery behind the teachers back, verbal abuse, and physical. And I had no compulsions against hitting back, so much of what I remember is fights. The minute the teacher left the room I would notice stares, grins, whispers about what was going to happen to me after school. 

That's what Hebrew school was for me, because I had a learning disability that was interfering with my education. And since nobody knew about it I was branded a troublemaker, and a bad student. 

If you knew what my high school GPA was, you would know I wasn't a bad student. That's my only memories of religious school, and all I learned was how much I hated it

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