Eric Rosenbaum
Writer '19
I would put my blanket, food, and a knife. I would bring my blanket because it is a memory of my childhood. My blanket has always been there, through every period of my life. It knows me better than anyone, and I could not leave it behind. I would bring food… Because… I will get hungry! I cannot risk it in an emergency. I do not know how to cook, and I do not eat fruits. Packaged food is the way to go; perhaps some ramen noodles, or bags of popcorn. I'd bring a knife to provide a sense of security. I would never use it, as I have never been much of a fighter. But I will take it nonetheless. I contemplated taking a picture of my family, but, the blanket will have to do. There is no point in holding onto their memory if I will never see them again. It is best to move on.
I would miss my family the most. I would think of them constantly, and beat myself for not taking along a picture of them. Never again would I watch basketball with Elliot, or play backgammon with Ethan. I would miss Allison’s voice the most - her upbeat, jubilant spirit - it would not stay this way if I left her life. This is what worries me the most. How my absence would affect those who love me.
But I mustn't flatter myself. They would move on. So must I! My mom would still go to the gym with her friends, and my dad would still fall asleep on the couch every night. Ethan will still come home on Fridays for Shabbat dinner, and Elliot will still go on long drives to Port Washington. Allison will be her usual self; finding ways to help others, reading books at 2 in the morning, and watching Stranger Things on Netflix. But without me.
I've come to realize that I will not put anything in my go-to emergency bag. If there is an emergency, and I am without my family, then my life could very well end there. This reasoning may sound flawed, but you can attribute it to my mom. She always said, “There is no place like home.” Yes mom, this is true. A blessing, and a curse.
Writer '19
I would put my blanket, food, and a knife. I would bring my blanket because it is a memory of my childhood. My blanket has always been there, through every period of my life. It knows me better than anyone, and I could not leave it behind. I would bring food… Because… I will get hungry! I cannot risk it in an emergency. I do not know how to cook, and I do not eat fruits. Packaged food is the way to go; perhaps some ramen noodles, or bags of popcorn. I'd bring a knife to provide a sense of security. I would never use it, as I have never been much of a fighter. But I will take it nonetheless. I contemplated taking a picture of my family, but, the blanket will have to do. There is no point in holding onto their memory if I will never see them again. It is best to move on.
I would miss my family the most. I would think of them constantly, and beat myself for not taking along a picture of them. Never again would I watch basketball with Elliot, or play backgammon with Ethan. I would miss Allison’s voice the most - her upbeat, jubilant spirit - it would not stay this way if I left her life. This is what worries me the most. How my absence would affect those who love me.
But I mustn't flatter myself. They would move on. So must I! My mom would still go to the gym with her friends, and my dad would still fall asleep on the couch every night. Ethan will still come home on Fridays for Shabbat dinner, and Elliot will still go on long drives to Port Washington. Allison will be her usual self; finding ways to help others, reading books at 2 in the morning, and watching Stranger Things on Netflix. But without me.
I've come to realize that I will not put anything in my go-to emergency bag. If there is an emergency, and I am without my family, then my life could very well end there. This reasoning may sound flawed, but you can attribute it to my mom. She always said, “There is no place like home.” Yes mom, this is true. A blessing, and a curse.