“Education is the kindling of a flame, not the filling of a vessel.” —Socrates I used to get bored at...
After Mr. Chips has said his final goodbye, after Crocker-Harris packs away his Browning and Mr. Holland, arm quivering, allows...
When I was a kid, my favorite games to play were the ones I referred to simply as “imagination games.”...
Morgan is missing. The other students are looking around, as if to pretend they didn’t notice that she left. Her...
I wanted to laugh out loud the first time I met Lucas. I walked into my office on the first...
Ms. Dunstan was a great teacher. Every Halloween, she came to school dressed as a chicken, or maybe it was...
When you start university, it can feel a bit like you’re entering the real world for the very first time....
In 2009, I was in Scotland and it was dark outside. This is a thing that happens in the north...
We are always fleeing our hometowns. Or, at least, we are supposed to be. Everything we need to experience seems...
It is 1961 in a suburb of London. In this suburb there is a school, made of weather-beaten brick with...
I don’t really like my friends: Swatch-dogs and Diet Cokeheads. I got paid in puke, no fags allowed. You were...
