One anonymous student could be heard to wail, “But I didn’t go to private school on the North Shore.”
One anonymous student could be heard to wail, “But I didn’t go to private school on the North Shore.”
By Kiran Nayager | Edited by Geoffrey Feng The distant crashing of the waves played in the back of my mind, which was fixated on the scarlet anemone waving its tentacles to the rhythm of the rockpool. My finger poked through the surface of the water, floating playfully close to