Ten Teenagers In One Room For a Year.

Because I am my mother’s daughter, I frequently choose to do things for no other reason than a patronizing exasperation at how poorly someone else is doing them, and a conviction that I am the only person who can do it better, or at all. I am of the oh-for-heaven’s-sake-just- give-me-that-and-let-me-do-it-for-you school of . . [...]

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