I was sitting in Starbucks and a group of high schoolers walked in a grabbed a table together. Six of them crammed around a table built for two. They began talking about the usual high school stuff. You know, sports, chicks, guys, how much they hate Mr. Thompson. I zoned out, but eventually over heard, as the conversation went on, them talking about future jobs, colleges, and hopes in life. In a moment of vulnerability. One of the guys said... Read more