Dozens of students, alumni, parents and teachers from AMIT Gwen Straus Science High School, Kfar Batya, celebrated Simchat Torah with patients and their families at Loewenstein Rehabilitation Hospital in Raanana.
“When I first came here,” recounts Eti Zabary, the bubbly 54-year-old principal of AMIT Kennedy junior and senior high school in Acco, “I found broken chairs and tables, black-stained floors, rooms with no windows and pools of rain in classrooms and corridors.” This was in 2013. Within a couple of years, Zabary succeeded in transforming the run-down premises into an attractive educational institution that is fast gaining recognition in the Western Galilee. As she shows me round the school, she is clearly proud of her achievements, pointing to a former garbage dump now transformed into a pretty courtyard with plants and decorative pots, brightly painted classrooms, curvy green tables that can be used individually or joined together for group work, and attractive work-stands equipped with computers. There is also new flooring, air conditioning, and a large wall-to-wall carpeted music room.
Brenda Horwitz-Prawer, principal of AMIT Wasserman High School for Girls in Maale Adumim was recognized for by the Chaim BePlus Organization at a ceremony that took place at the Tel Aviv Stock Exchange.
Raised in AMIT boarding schools from the age of 7-19, Moshe Uziel hoped to one day be able to give back to the AMIT community that nurtured him and his sister Miri through childhood, adolescence and beyond.
Sicily is one of the most conquered places in history. Greeks, Romans, Vandals, and Ostrogoths helped sway, followed by the Byzantine empire, Muslims, Vikings, and Normans, the German Hohenstaufen and Capetian Angevin dynasties, and the kings of Aragon and Spain. And Jews have lived under all of them.
Whatever she touches turns to gold. “When I first came here,” recounts Eti Zabary, the bubbly 54-year old principal of AMIT Kennedy Junior and Senior High School in Acco, “I found broken chairs and tables, black-stained floors, rooms with no windows and pools of rain in classrooms and corridors.” This was in 2013. Within a couple of years, Zabary succeeded in transforming the run-down premises into an attractive educational institution that is fast gaining recognition in the Western Galilee. As she shows me around the school, she is clearly proud of her achievements, pointing to a former garbage dump now transformed into a pretty courtyard with plants and decorative pots, brightly painted classrooms, curvy green tables that can be used individually or joined together for group work, and attractive work-stands equipped with computers. There is also new flooring, air conditioning, and a large wall-to-wall carpeted music room.
When we were babies, no one taught us to cry. It was our primal instinct to scream out when in pain or discomfort. Crying is a sign of life, and when we were infants, crying was our primary mode of communication. But as we grew older, many of us learned how not to cry; we hardened ourselves to insults and offenses. As we tried to stand tall in the face of adversity, we heard “hold the drama” or “man up” or some other dismissive phrase that suggested implicitly that it was time to outgrow tears.
