The Chronicles of a Professional Student: My Life in Schools
If you look closely at my life, you can measure it not in years, but in grade levels. For nearly two decades, my internal clock wasn't set to the sun or the moon, but to the academic calendar. My new year began in September, my hibernation period was Winter Break, and my liberation day was sometime in mid-June. Looking back now, the journey through the school system feels like a fever dream mixed with a coming-of-age movie. Here is the unauthorized history of Me and Schools. The Backpack Bigger Than the Kid (Elementary Era) It started with a backpack that was objectively larger than my torso. I remember standing at the bus stop, a small turtle in a world of hares, clutching a lunchbox that likely contained a juice box and a sandwich with the crusts cut off (thanks, Mom). Elementary school was a time of simple binaries. You were either a fast runner or you weren't. You had the 64-pack of crayons with the built-in sharpener, or you were borrowing from the kid who did. The Curricu...