ROSH HASHANAH EDITION
SECTION B PAGE 4
Imagine walking into an auditorium full of middle and high school students on a summer afternoon. There are about 50 assorted seats — folding chairs, beanbags, a few small sofas along the walls. Two-thirds are full, and some kids are sitting on the floor. It’s as quiet as a room full of adolescents can be; every face facing the stage, on which there is one man, talking.
No music. No screens. Nothing to click on or link to. Just a guy talking and a lot of kids listening. This is not summer school. There will be no test, and no one has told them to take notes.