One who sat at the front of the class inside Room 213 was a total butt-sniffer in my opinion, or so I thought during my days in high school. And one who sat in the last row, near the back wall, was oblivious to why he or she was in a classroom, perhaps unwilling to learn. I settled in the middle, among a few young women and men in Professor Hatchford Daily’s classroom. Those around me looked most studious in glasses, books on their desks, and cell phones turned on and ready to take notes. Unknown to me, students didn’t use notebooks, pens, or pencils these days. Electronics, mostly cell phones, and apps were the key to helpful learning and taking notes. Perhaps I was being gawked at when I fingered a pen and spiral notebook in front of me on the desk. Eyes shifted in my direction, and the
