Why I Didn’t End Up Going to Bais Yaakov

This story is from Gila Golder. 
I never went to Bais Yaakov, and here’s why:
The year before I started first grade, my parents went around visiting the local schools to decide where they would send me. In every school, they visited a first-grade classroom to see what it would be like for me. Except unfortunately, the day they visited Bais Yaakov, the first graders were SINGING. Well, the teacher was singing too, along with a cassette tape and about thirty 6-year-olds. Could you distinguish the teacher’s voice from all the others? Probably not, but of course they still couldn’t let my father in to the classroom.
My parents sat down with the principal and the principal asked them what they thought. My father responded, “I don’t know, I wasn’t allowed to see anything.” The principal was not amused.
After that, there was no way my parents were going to send me there. But the icing on the cake is that my mom, who was allowed in to the classroom, noted that the girls (remember, these are 6-year-olds) were all sitting ramrod straight with their arms neatly folded on their desks.
I ended up in a co-ed community school, where 90% of my class wasn’t even frum. The horror.
Why I Didn’t End Up Going to Bais Yaakov

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