Ravi's blog!

As I put my shoes on to go to school, my Ima yells at me, “Meirav! Do you have your mask?” “Yes Ima!” I answer back at her. I grab my mask and head out the door to my car. When I arrive at my school, the Ottawa Jewish Community School (OJCS), I stretch the tight elastics around my ears and around my mouth feeling my breath bounce back onto my skin. As I walk into school, I hear the teachers say; “Don’t forget to put on hand sanitizer!”. I brush my hand under the automatic dispenser and feel the gooey sensation of the hand sanitizer. As I rush up the stairs to get to my homeroom teacher’s class, I say hello to familiar people. When I get to my class, I walk all the way across the room to my desk beside the always open window. I set my bags down beside my desk, relieved to have all the weight off of my back. I sit down in the dark green chair, the chair hard against my back, and take my half-charged computer out of my backpack. My computer is hard and heavy in my hands. I set it down on my desk and wait for people to come into the classroom so I have people to talk to. As the teacher walks into the classroom, I face the whiteboard that has something about natural disasters written on it from the core French social studies class. “BRING BRING” the bell rings to start the day. “Hello everyone!” our teacher greets the class. The 40 minute period goes by, and the bell rings again, signaling we have math class. We pack up our computers as our math teacher walks in. I take out my bright pink math notebook and a dark blue pencil with the eraser a quarter way used.

 40 more minutes go by, and the bell rings again! We put our math stuff away as our gym teacher walks up the stairs. I sigh, I remember it’s my turn to take the mesh bag full of footballs, soccer balls, and basketballs. I grab the rope handle and swing the heavy bag around my back. We walked down the stairs, my hand cemented against the brown wooden railing. When I am back at the hallway I started the day, we form a line. When I finally get outside the cold air chills against my skin. I can hear the sound of kids younger than me screaming and playing. 40 more minutes later, we go and have a snack. We walk to the benches at the front of the school, the heavy ball bag slung over my shoulder. I sit down on the wet and cold picnic bench. I talk to the person across from me, the table pressed against my stomach as I lean forward. When the first nutrition break is over I go inside and put more gooey hand sanitizer on my hands making them cold. I go back upstairs and walk past the long line of dark grey lockers, following the arrows on the ground and walk back into my homeroom. The core French teacher is in the class setting up, “Bonjour!’ she says. “Bonjour!” I say back. I grab my vibrant red French book and hard black binder.  I head down two long flights of stairs, my legs hurting after. I walk through the long hallways on my way to french class, panting in my mask, the hot air blowing against my skin. Usually, I smell the nice aroma of people making hot lunch, although because of COVID-19, I am not able to. A couple more periods go by, and we are let out of school. “Goodbye!” I say to all of my friends and teachers. I walk out the doors of the school, and pull off my mask, my ears in pain. Finally, I get to take off my mask and go home. The end of a typical day at school during COVID-19.

When I went to Florida I went to an ice cream place called The Girls. I got superman ice cream. When the server gave me the ice cream I walked out to the back and I sat down at one of the grey tables. I licked the colourful ice cream and I tasted a very sweet flavour, and I felt it rush down my throat. When I eat my ice cream I hear the loud chirps of the birds in the cages behind the fence behind me. When my family is done eating their ice cream we walk down the path to the booth to buy tickets to see the birds. “Can we get food for the birds?” I ask as we get there. “No” my ima answers. My ima hands the person working at the booth 5 green bills. “Yay!” I say when we get the tickets. I take the purple bracelet that the person working the booth hands me and my ima helps me put the bracelet on. With my sister I run to a colourful toucan and say: “Hi there little toucan!” I run from bird to bird to bird until I stop at this one white bird. “Hi!” my sister says. After my sister Liat said that I said: “Hi there little birdie!” Immediately after that the feathers on the birds heat shot up! “Wow Liat! Look!” I say. Then the feathers slowly went down. I look at more and more birds when I stop at a little pen that you can go into and pet two goats and five rabbits! “Can I go in Ima? Please, Please?” me and Liat ask my Ima. “Yes.” my Ima answers. I ran into the pen and run to a tiny brown goat. I stars petting the life out of that goat and it starts to lick my shoe. When it stops licking my shoe I walk to a small white goat. I follow it to a small white wood and metal cage and it starts to lick it. “Baaaaaaaa” the goat says. “Aww so cute!” I say back. I walk to the five bunnies and pet their white and black fluffy bodies. “Girls! Come back now!” my ima says. As I walk out of the little pen I say to my ima jokingly “can we please get a baby goat?” “No!” my abba jokes back. I am very sad as we walk out the brown exit. Overall I suggest going to The Girls ice cream in Delray Beach.