Early in the school year last
year, a few ninth graders approached me in the hallway to protest some aspect
of the school’s dress standards. I was running
late to a meeting upstairs. I regret it,
but I only half-listened. I did not give
their concern the respect it deserved (which is different from agreeing with
it). I failed to give those students the
respect they deserved.
Every few days after that I
felt the impulse to apologize to those students. But then I would get distracted by something. The apology got stuck on the
tip of my tongue. Then so much time has
passed I have forgotten even to which students I needed to apologize.
Now as I prepare for the new Jewish year of 5774 and am seeking forgiveness for my conduct last year, that particular apology still is stuck on the tip of my tongue. So at our weekly school community gathering on Monday, I apologized to the entire student body.