A good article, but a mixed blessing - sorta infuriating to be reminded of some of those things
My high school triumph was to march out of class with my friends and winning the right to wear pants. The day before, the wind had scattered all my notebooks across a field. I had to trudge through 2 feet of snow capped with thin ice to recover them, cutting my legs to ribbons. They were ruined and I was furious. An hour into the protest, the younger female teachers came out to join us, and by noon, the administration caved. As we used to say, the personal is political.