Somewhere around two decades ago, I sat down in a rickety, uncomfortable desk in a boring, dreary classroom. Assigned seats seemed standard practice and that meant I didn’t choose which fellow prisoner sat in front, behind, or beside me. My graduating class only consisted of 48 stu…
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