We (Don’t) Got the Beats

“Miss, come here.” I do. “Can you please explain to him why he’s stupid?” said friend about friend. “Elaborate? Give me the details of this conversation?” I inquire. “He’s got $80 headphones.” friend says....

Learning the Vowels

I was doing hallway duty. That’s where I stand at the top of the stairs and greet everyone as they come in–ask them about their weekend, compliment the new hair-do. Really, I’m supervising, but I don’t like to feel like bad cop when kids...