
An old hand at raking muck, the author balked at permitting that hand to be fingerprinted as the price of a job teaching her craft at one of California’s giant campuses…
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Doing time in the Rhode Island Training School is punishment for young women who break the law. What’s surprising is how many would rather be in the big house than out.

The senior year of public high school is less a climactic academic experience than an occasion for oafish goofing off, chronic truancy, random bullying, sloppy dancing in rented formalwear and interludes of moody, wan philosophizing about the looming bummer of adulthood.

Sorority members say that their organizations make strong female role models and promote ideals of service, sisterhood and leadership. Their success at teaching these values can be judged during OSU’s Greek week…

This is a story about what children do to other children and what happens when we decide that children deserve to be treated just like adults.

There are teachers with a rare ability to enter a child’s mind; it’s as if their ability to get there at all gives them the right to stay forever. I once had such a teacher. His name was Billy Fitzgerald, but everybody just called him Coach Fitz.

“Adolescents aren’t trying to be like adults — they are trying to contrast themselves with adults,” she thought. “And it was as if a light had gone on in the sky.”

Unexpectedly, with frightening speed, the boy’s Y chromosome kicks in. It’s a remarkable thing to watch. If anyone thinks gender is purely a social construct - as I once did - they should spend a couple hours with my sons. It’s like my boys read a book called The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Fulfilling Male Stereotypes.