I got a gift from the Army – They didn’t tell me.
It’s sixth period, Thursday, October 31. Me and every other person in sixth period fitness at my high school are directed to the gym. “You must complete the registration to participate in the challenge.” A man in a Army-branded polo says over the loud PA system. That’s a half-truth. If you don’t participate, you get a zero. I dump my backpack on the bleachers, and look for my friends. “Get in line, get in line.” […]
