| By BENJAMIN BLANCHET
It has been hard to stay in touch with family and friends as a senior. Nonetheless, like most college students, I always attempt to call home during my off-times.
This past summer, in one of my many phone calls with my mother, she reminded me of a dreaded moment during fourth grade.
The moment is probably nothing for most people but for myself – a self-conscious young man with an obtuse mind – it hurt.
My fourth grade teacher called me out for what he liked to call “popping.”
The only definition of “popping” I recognized growing up was if something looked fresh. read more >>