Easy Street
One of my first jobs after college was to teach French and coach lacrosse at a boarding school. What I didn’t know, was that I was also going to be one of the lucky faculty who got to take groups of freshman up into the White Mountains for a three-day orientation weekend where there would be much with the hiking, carrying cast-iron frying pans in your pack and sleeping on the ground. The prerequisite for this high honor seemed to be that you were under … View Post
