By Melissa Scholke

“Every break, as I try to escape the University’s enclosed sphere of academia, I’m reminded — after approximately a seven-hour drive and a family discussion — of the extent to which education is firmly entwined with my life. Memories of chalkboards, glossy motivational posters and the smells of acrylic paint and glue wafting through the air permeate the mind of every former public school student. In more ways than one, I’ve literally grown up in a classroom.” Read more here.