Last week, I drove to my community's local high school to pick up one of my students for lunch. I turned into the parking lot. Class had not yet been dismissed, so I sat in my car just outside of the main entrance to the building. About 30 seconds later, the bell rang, and immediately, a flood of students poured onto the school grounds. It was like a dam of teenagers burst through the doors of the high school.
Off in the distance, I noticed my student standing on the other side of the school grounds. I slowly began to drive forward through the main artery of the parking lot. Hundreds of students crossed the road from the main entrance to their cars. I inched my way — strategically navigating through the crowds who hardly, if at all, noticed me. It seemed like a scene from an Indian market.