@exile:

My mom likes to tell this story: Apparently when I was 5 or 6 I told her that aliens had stolen her real son, and replaced him with me, an exact copy. Someday, I would return to my home planet.


But she shouldn't be sad, because her real son had a good life in our zoo.
I taught English in a maximum security juvenile detention facility that was made up of primarily inner city kids anywhere from 13-17. Kids were there on any number of charges ranging from repeat drug offenses to weapons charges, rape, and murder.

I was teaching a unit on text connections: text-to-text, text-to-self, text-to-world. I had brought in an article on PTSD in the military because a number of students in my classes/cell-block-groups had