Returning to student-hood at the age of 34 is daunting, and it feels very strange. I am both excited and terrified; eager to begin and mindful of the commitment I am making, and the personal risks I am taking.
I’m walking across the school yard outside the science labs when this kid comes right up to my face. He has one hand in his bag. I must have looked like I was about to pass out with fear, because that’s how I felt. “I’ll be watching you this weekend. I know where you live. If you go out of your front door, I’ll be waiting for you with my gun, and I’ll shoot you. I’ll kill you. Got it?” I believed him.