“When I say your name, please say ‘here’ or ‘present’,” the unfamiliar adult said in a quiet classroom.  My worst nightmare, the biggest gamble of the day would fall upon me: Is my name...

I never look forward to December. The topic of conversation is anything and everything. It’s junior year. We laugh at each other and eat our lunches, as on the inside, our stress is building up. Finals...

Every other week, Pin Oak Middle School would section kids off into a variety of classrooms and shove surface-level messages of glorified kindness and vague acceptance down their throats. Whether it was...