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Malka Heidingsfeld


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I would like to work in early education introducing young children to the incredible world that we live in. I would like to help them grow into compassionate and contributing members of society. I believe that each person has talents and unlimited potential if only they are given the proper support, guidance, and positive encouragement. I was born with a physical disability yet throughout my life, my parents and ‘team’ have been my cheerleaders and mentors. I have been able to succeed academically, as well as be an active member in my school and synagogue. I volunteer regularly and also take a leadership role in my community.


Associated Beth Rivkah Schools

Bachelor's degree program
2022 - 2024
  • Majors:
    • Education, Other

Blue Ridge Academy

High School
2021 - 2022

Bais Chana High School

High School
2018 - 2022


  • Desired degree level:

    Bachelor's degree program

  • Graduate schools of interest:

  • Transfer schools of interest:

  • Majors of interest:

    • Education, General
  • Not planning to go to medical school
  • Career

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    • Volunteer

      Smile on Seniors
      2015 – Present9 years
    • Created, printed, and sold children's educational games

      Chassidishe Kop
      2020 – Present4 years
    • Coordinating volunteers, communicating with past donors

      Tzivos Hashem international
      2022 – Present2 years
    • Teacher

      2016 – Present8 years



    2020 – 20211 year


    • no


    • Education, General

      Chabad — Research
      2021 – 2022


    • Chassidishe kop

      Religious Art
      chassidishe kop - sets 1 and 2
      2019 – Present

    Public services

    • Volunteering

      Chabad on 17th — Aleph champ coordinator
      2018 – Present

    Future Interests




    Sara Chaiton Scholarship for Resilient Women
    It was 11 pm, the last week of school during my Junior year of high school. I was sitting on the couch trying to cram information in for the next days final, while simultaneously texting some friends to go out to eat after the final, in honor of my birthday. My phone pinged and I picked it up, assuming a friend was confirming our arrangements. It was a text from my cousin. My blood ran cold as I read: "Baruch Dayan Haemet", I'm so sorry for your loss, let me know if I can do anything. WHAT?! I ran to my parents room and saw my mother sobbing into her pillow and I knew that my beloved grandmother had returned her soul to it's Maker. My grandmother and her parents escaped the war from Hungary when she was just 5 years old. They emigrated to Australia and started their life anew. I was named after Bubby's mother, Malka, and I always shared a special bond with her. After my parents got married, as well as many of my uncles and aunts, my grandparents moved to California to be closer to their children. I had the great merit and opportunity to spend many happy occasions, deep conversations, and inspirational moments with my Bubby. And now, she was gone. I couldn't think straight. It was my 17th birthday and I was "supposed" to be feeling happy, yet it felt like my heart had just been ripped out. Where was my Bubby when I needed her? I tossed and turned that night, with no respite in sight. The next morning I decided to go to school and try and take the final since I had studied anyway. It wasn't the best decision. Every time another student wished me happy birthday, I felt like a stab in my heart. How could I be happy when the world had just lost a shining light? I could not concentrate and failed that final. After the funeral I felt like I could not, and would not finish the year. I wanted to stay in bed and hide from the world. As I crawled under my covers that night I thought to myself, "what would Bubby want me to do now? How would she handle this"? And deep down in my gut, I knew. Bubby was a warrior. She looked at stumbling blocks and turned them into stepping stones. She turned challenges into opportunities, and she greeted each day with a smile and gratitude. It reminded me of when I was a child and because my name was Malka B., my parents would call me Maccabee - like the heroes of old. I knew it was time to act like a Maccabee. To fight darkness with light. I resolved right then, that although it would be hard, I would make my Bubby proud. I finished off the year and dedicated my final project in memory of my Bubby. Throughout the next year I tried my best to emulate my Grandmother's ways by volunteering at convalescent homes and with young children. I dedicated my extra learning in her memory. Then a bit before my next birthday I had a dream. In the dream Bubby came to me an said "I know that you are sad that I passed away on your birthday, but I want you to know that it's because our souls are eternally connected. We are bound in spirit". After that dream I was able to celebrate life with the joy that she would have wanted. I miss her and I'm proud to be her granddaughter.