The students at Springdale High commonly referred to the school as the “Jungle,” because each day was a struggle for survival. While we didn’t have poisonous snakes or carnivorous animals that saw us as their next meal, we did have nutty teachers and nerdy students just waiting to pounce on your every mistake. This morning, we had a substitute teacher in Homeroom, a young guy who looked like he hadn’t started shaving. He insisted we take turns reading aloud from a book of your choice. To check your