Teenagers Don’t Care: Part I
At least that’s what I thought. I was one after all a short time ago. Being only 23, the days of my own apathy are not a forgotten ghost of a memory. I remember being apathetic and I remember being stupid and I remember something I almost forgot. I remember a troupe of students from some college or another coming into my high school and teaching Spanish. I don’t even remember much of college, much less high school. But this particular memory, of learning spanish with a college student, has stuck in my head. I may not remember which college…