PAST AND PRESENT
I will always remember today as a pale, cloudless day, almost as pallid as the face of the nervous student who was struggling to recite a complicated passage for what seemed like the fifteenth time. It was my second week at David's Private College Preparatory, which was technically open to anyone although they didn't advertise that fact. It was not too difficult obtaining the position, although now I could hardly remember I had in the first place. Still, a lot of the more Orthodox Jewish parents would rather not have their precious children under the guidance of a girl who resembled the height of reality TV. I gently urged the boy to try again and absentmindedly reached into my backpack for my phone. It unlocked to show the website of the nearby train service, which I had been refreshing every few hours to scout out the lowest fares. Recently the cost had only been dipping steadily so I was waiting for the right time to buy. I glanced at the n...