Twilight Zone (Or Lost)

Twilight Zone (Or Lost)

Twilight Zone (Or Lost) I was five years old, squirming in my chair. My haircut successfully completed, I was waiting for my mom’s hair to be finished. “Honey, do you want to walk home all by yourself?” Today Mom’s hairdresser would call Child Services, but we lived...
When We Don’t Make the Grade

When We Don’t Make the Grade

When We Don’t Make the Grade It was my last class of the week—my first week as a teacher. “Ms. Metzger, you made a mistake when you totaled my score on the quiz. I earned an 87, not a 92,” the student said. “Wow! How honest you are. I’ll fix it.” The student’s...