A Day in the Life of Maisie: April Vacation Week

Hello my fabulous Amaisers!


I have been having the time of my life this April vacation week. During school vacation weeks, my parents have to work, and most of my friends are usually away, and because I LOVE theatre, I go to a theatre camp at a theatre near my house. I’ve gone there 5 times, and it is so much fun every time. I always make so many new friends and I learn so much, but above all, I have an awesome time. So, I’m going to give you a play-by-play of an average vacation day for me.


7:15 am–Rise and shine! They say the point of vacation is to sleep in, but I have to get up early to catch the subway into the city for camp. It is hard to get up in the morning, but it’s well worth it!


8:15 am–After I get dressed, brush my hair and teeth, and eat my breakfast, my dad and I jump on the subway into the city. It’s always super packed, and I’m always tripping over everything because it is so crowded on the subway.


8:45 am–I arrive at camp! I say hi to my friends when I get there, and we go over the props we’ve brought in for the show and notes from our director, and we complain about how tired we are.


9:00 am–Rehearsals start! We usually start rehearsals with a 5-10 minute stretch and warm up, and then we just start working on the show.


The show we’re doing this week is called “Game of Tiaras.” The plot of the show is basically that this incredibly low-budget community theater is putting on a parody of the Disney Princess stories, Game of Thrones, Toddlers and Tiaras, and King Lear, all combined into one show. I play Sawyer the Blood Packet Guy, who sprinkles red confetti on anyone who dies or gets stabbed because the budget for the show is so low that the theater can’t afford to buy fake blood.


10:20 am–We take a quick 10-minute break for snack, bathroom breaks, and costume changes.


10:30 am–Back on the rehearsal grind…


12:00 noon–LUNCH! By this time, everyone is super exhausted and hungry, and I usually buy myself a candy bar or soda to pep myself up before afternoon rehearsals.


12:30 pm–More rehearsals. Super fun but incredibly exhausting.


2:00 pm–Another 10-minute snack, bathroom, and costume-change break.


3:20 pm–The camp day is over. I go home and literally crash on the couch and watch YouTube or TV or go on Twitter for the rest of the night. Thank God we’re not required to memorize our lines for the play, because I would NOT have enough energy for that after camp.


7:30 pm–Dinner. Rehearsals make me very hungry, so I eat a LOT.


9:30 pm–Shower, brush hair and teeth, and change into pajamas for bed.


10:15 pm–I am out like a light.


Like I said, vacation weeks are always exhausting, but I wouldn’t trade the friends I’ve made and the experiences I’ve had at camp for the world.

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Running in the Boston Marathon- A Memory I Will Never Forget

This is a piece my friend wrote about her experience running in the Boston Marathon the day of the bombing. It is the most powerful, moving, reflective essay I have ever read.


Today is the third Monday in April. Which means it is the day of the Boston Marathon.

The Boston Marathon means so, so much to me. Not only do I live right by the course, but, when I was ten years old, I got a chance to run the last three miles of the race with my outstanding father.

It was the most invigorating experience of my life. An incomparable thrill that came to a sudden end just a couple blocks before the finish line.

That was two years ago. A little over a year ago, I wrote a memoir about my experience, and I would like to share it with you guys today as we celebrate yet another Boston Marathon here in my neighborhood. Here it is:


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Are you a feminist if you wear hypersexualized clothing?

Are you a feminist if you wear hypersexualized clothing?


This is a question I have been pondering in great detail lately. It all started when the music video for Fifth Harmony’s “Worth It” came out. I was very excited to see it because the girls of Fifth Harmony mentioned that they tried to make it a “music video about feminism and girl empowerment.”


What they produced was nothing short of appalling.




As a die-hard feminist, I believe that a woman should be free to choose to wear whatever she wants without any form of pressure from society or her peer group. If a woman CHOOSES to wear high-heels or super short shorts or a see-through top, that’s her choice. I am in no position whatsoever to interfere with another woman’s personal choices.


However, it’s a COMPLETELY different story if another person–of any gender–tells a woman what to wear. I believe that one of the most anti-feminist things one can do is to tell a woman what to wear. As I said before, what a woman wears is her personal choice, and her choice alone.


That being said, if the girls of Fifth Harmony chose their own outfits for the video and they were comfortable with being seen as “sexy” by the general public, then power to them. However, if their producer or record label told them to dress sexy in the video and they were apprehensive about it, I am not fine with that. Especially since the girls are so young; all of them are between the ages of 17 and 21!


Personally, I choose to dress modestly because I believe that girls my age are put under WAY too much societal pressure to dress sexy, and I want to show other girls my age that if they’re uncomfortable with wearing the clothes that they find in the store, they have another option.

Plus, quite frankly, I hate it when people stare at me and I feel incredibly self-conscious when I wear clothing that shows parts of my body that really should not be seen. I want people to judge me for my writing, ideas, courage, and attempts to be kind and generous, not for my physical appearance.


That being said, if I am going to an event that calls for fancy attire, I’ll put on a nice dress. I don’t wear makeup because the last time I tried wearing makeup, it didn’t come off for over a week.

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The Most Glorious Time of Month

Most of the time, I like being a person. I’m generally a fun-loving, happy-go-lucky kid.


Except for once a month.


Once a month, God gives me a gift that I would much rather not receive. And no, it is not one of those Jams and Jellies monthly subscription gift baskets everyone’s great-aunt Gertrude gets them every year. It’s my period.


All of you ladies know what I’m talking about. First, there’s the week or two leading up to it. You start sobbing uncontrollably for no reason. The next thing you know, the newest episode of your favorite binge-watching show comes out, and you’re just as happy as ever. All you want to do is hide underneath the covers and eat chocolate. You’re perpetually tired, stressed, depressed, anxious, and just plain confused. You just want the darn thing to come already so you can be put out of your misery. To make a long story short, PMS is h-e-double-hockeysticks on earth.


Then the actual thing comes. The next thing you know, all of your clothes and sheets are stained red. You feel like somebody is repeatedly punching you in the gut. You feel nauseous all the time and end up going to the bathroom so often that the person who sits across from you in math class asks if you’re still okay and functioning. This deeply offends you for some reason, so again, you start crying uncontrollably. You can’t sleep from being in constant pain. This leaves you grumpy, tired, and stressed. You reconsider your decision to get out of bed that morning.


Then, a week later, it’s over. Cue victory-dance music. You have survived another period.

Only 5,782 more to go.

Check out this video if you need a mid-period laugh:


Freedom poem

As many of you guys know, I am Jewish. The holiday of Passover starts tonight. Passover is the holiday where we celebrate how God freed the Israelites after 400 years of slavery in Egypt. It is a holiday celebrating freedom. So, I decided to write a poem about what freedom means to me.

To me, freedom is when

The man that you see on the subway every morning

Can marry his boyfriend of ten years

Without having to worry that his family will disown him

Because his marriage is “illegitimate.”

Freedom is when

The transgender man that lives down the street

Can go to work

Without the other men at his job referring to him as an “it.”

Freedom is when

A white person can have a conversation with a Chinese person

Without the white person saying

That the Chinese person “speaks English really well”

When the Chinese person was born here,

Never learned how to speak Chinese,

And majored in English in college.

Freedom is when

A woman can wear a skirt

Without every other woman calling her really nasty names

Just because the skirt only goes to her knees.

Freedom is when

A young girl can join an all-boys basketball team

And her teammates won’t tease her and say that she

“Plays like a girl,”

When she plays one-on-one games every night with her dad

And beats her dad with ease every time.

Freedom is when

We look past one another’s differences

And realize that deep down,

We are all human,

And that we must all treat each other as such.