It’s my typical Friday night. My hands are digging into a bag of pretzel thins someone acquired by digging through the family pantry.  I’m in a dark house that’s blaring music, full of partial strangers,...

Dear third Period teachers, I am never more grumpy during the week then at 12:10 PM on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I apologize to all four of you (you know who you are) for releasing my midday frustrations...