When I was a teenager, returning to school in the fall was one of my favorite times of year. Sure, I loved the wide open expanses of summer, but I was most excited about returning to a daily routine with my friends, the crisp smell of school supplies, the sheen of new school shoes, and, most importantly, the excitement of new teachers and subjects to learn, bending our brains into unventured territories.
Guest Column: It takes a village
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