I cannot be sure, but I would bet real academic money that the future editor-in-chief of the college newspaper, who had stated with utmost confidence that he would be a badger or a bald eagle or a great white or some other steady and vicious creature, had rolled his eyes as I made my paltry explanation.
My daughter recently returned from a week-long school trip. Leading up tho the trip, there was much discussion among her peers about whether they would be allowed to bring their phones on the bus.
As amazing as parenthood can be, I have been convinced for some time that our children conspire against us.
Captchas, those annoying “prove you’re not a robot” tests that many websites require to show you belong there, are something that have no analogue in the pre-digital age, or at least none that I can think of. I don’t ever recall trying to enter, say, my gym back in the 90’s and having someone (likely … Continue reading “I’m thinking you don’t belong here”
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