This summer, I kicked off heat-filled, sweaty days with tutoring. For eight days, I chilled in the AC with some cool teens to give them a little more practice. A little more writing. A little more reading. A little more love. They were fun! They were quirky and spunky. They handled my caffeinated goofiness with ease. They tried what I asked them to try. I really had a good time. In the midst of workshopping and revising, I did what every good teacher does - I had one of those "when I was in high school" moments! Just can't seem to help myself... I don't even recall what we were talking about or how we got there. Anyway, somewhere in my high school conversation, the students asked what my class rank was back then, and I avoided the question. I told them it wasn't relevant. I explained how what I learned about teaching and myself in college was so much more valuable. Yet they persisted. Finally, I told them. Their reaction? "Why aren't you doing somet...