To begin with, I graduated The Frisch School in 1976 as a member of the first full 4-year class.  I may be the last person in the word who recalls the very first Frisch event; the fist shacharis minyan held on the very first day of school in the history of the Frisch School.

    After shacharis, Rabbi Meier, the founder principal of Frisch, said the following: "you are now all members of the Frisch community."

    As a 13 year old, that statement shook me. I felt as if I had stepped in to a very adult world, a world with responsibilities that I had never imagined. As part of a "community," I realized that my actions from then forward could matter deeply to this community. 

    My 4 years at Frisch were socially wonderful, and I had one teacher, Phoebe Weisbrodt, and one rebbe, Rabbi Shlomo Kovitz, who influenced my life, and whose influences I still feel. I helped start the basketball team (go Cougars!) and was a co-captain of that team.

    No one, literally, could have had a more enjoyable 4 years in high school than I did.

    Still, things happened during those four years, things that were done to other students by Frisch, that were not only terrible and hurtful to them, but left some lifelong spiritual destruction for others.

    Years after graduating I realized that there needed to be significant changes to Frisch, and I worked hard to make those changes.

    But, in the end I saw...nothing has changed.