Bentching Club

We are in Yeshiva Gedola. It is ninth grade. It is breakfast time. We have to eat breakfast in Yeshiva because we are in Yeshiva beginning at 7:30 Shachris. There is no milk, though, because the Cholov Yisrael shipment didn’t arrive on time, and the regular milk that we bought at the gas station across the street has been taken away by the lunatics who are afraid we are "traifing" up the yeshiva dishes.

There are about fifteen minutes until shuir starts, and we have a choice to make. It is actually a choice we have to make every day. Do we want to go to the gym and play basketball, or bentch first, and then go and play basketball.

We look around the table. No one really wants to Bentch today, so we create Bentching Club. Every morning we will ask around the table if anyone wants to do Bentching Club. We are in ninth grade and already worn out and sick of Yeshiva. Most of our class sits at this table for breakfast. Almost every day, the class votes No to Bentching Club.