As the son of two teachers (my mom taught 7th and 8th grade English, while my dad was a sociology and anthropology professor at a local community college), I lived in an educational environment for the first 19 years of my life.
In fact, I was literally born in a school setting. On May 19, 1975, my parents were at Greenfield Village in Dearborn, Michigan - on a field trip with my mom’s 8th grade class - when my twin brother and I entered the world two months early. With all this seemingly insider knowledge about teaching, you’d think I might have had an advantage in school, especially when it came to taking tests. But, like most people, tests made me nervous. I could study for days, but it still wouldn’t eliminate the sweaty palms and stomach aches I felt prior to putting my pencil to paper.
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