We live in a world that is always looking toward the future. I can’t remember a day when somebody hasn’t asked me what I’m doing next year or that I don’t get a piece of junk mail from a college in rural Iowa and...
I’ll admit it. I was nervous. On a typical morning in mid-November, the counselor strolled into our English class carrying a package, the contents of which could have been a bomb, some flower seeds or a Rolex, depending on your point of view...
