Perhaps sadly, the thing I remember most fondly about spending the evenings at my grandparents' house was the unfettered and largely uninterrupted internet access. No one else ever seemed to use that computer, and no one ever nagged me for how much time I spent on it. It was all mine at their house - the internet itself felt like it belonged to me.

The American school system is no stranger to harsh criticism. And at the end of this school year, the most anticlimactic to date, I'm left wondering what we are actually asking students to come to school for, and whether that still makes sense to them, to their generation.

There is a very specific thing the vast majority of the world wants, and the sophisticated word for it is reconciliation.

I don't so much mind the overstimulation leaking onto other areas of my life, but lashing out at the person I love most is the saddening, sobering consequence of a pattern continuing for far too long. Not only are the tasks not handled, but I come home irritable and no fun to be around. It's a lose-lose.