Having the option to read Blume’s book about growing up as a girl did not necessarily change my view on womanhood, but taking away a comforting story that offers reassurance about a girls’ preteen years is disappointing and ridiculous.

Just as Dr. Goldhaber wanted to personally encourage others to study science and math, I too, try to personally invite others in the hope of creating a more fun and welcoming environment. 

Current affirmative action activists can learn from Lani Guinier: she supported affirmative action, but she also supported reforming it.

I loved the time I spent in England, but I would’ve enjoyed it more had my school attempted to create a more diverse, welcoming, and not Christian-centric environment.

I wondered, and still do, why it is that I can’t be accepted as a “real Jew” everywhere I go.

If non-Jews had more understanding of what our people went through, it would take a lot of emotional labor off the shoulders of Jewish kids.

I’m calling out a system that doesn’t make Jewish students feel seen at school—a system that doesn’t educate people on religions that aren’t the most mainstream ones in our culture.

What if there was a short film of my life with captions describing each stage of my relationship with Judaism, like Taylor Swift’s film for her ten-minute version of “All Too Well"?

I’ve gathered that—to some—my presence as an openly Jewish, queer, feminist person is interpreted as a disruption that needs to be fixed.

Since discovering subtle antisemitism in my AP Government textbook, I haven’t read any of the assigned pages.

In my family of four kids, my dyslexia made me the odd one out. I believed it was uncommon, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

If Gerda Lerner were alive today, I think she’d use TikTok to educate its millions of users about women’s history.

On the day of my bat mitzvah, I started to confront my internalized antisemitism and sexism.

I think I hesitated to counter my classmate’s offensive comment because I didn’t want to be perceived as overdramatic. 

I have a learning disability. It feels like I’m entering the nonsensical world of Wonderland when I try to get my school to understand that.

I shadowed at Lincoln High School in eighth grade, and what I saw in six hours challenged my entire perception of Silicon Valley.

How many other teenagers around the state of Florida, around the country, shared my bitterness and anger, but didn’t have the tools to be where I was then?

What does it mean to live in a country that purports secularity but considers Christianity to be the default?

I always knew my name was about to be called when a teacher announced with an almost mocking grin, “I know I’m gonna butcher this one…”

We were at a school open mic about gun control in the weeks following the Marjory Stoneman Douglas shooting.

When I was in third grade, my teacher asked me to tell my class about the Jewish New Year.