I am an assistant principal in a middle school (grades 6-8). When I have to search a student's cell phone, I often get sick to my stomach at what I find. It gets worse and worse every year.
"With matted hair, animal-cracker stained leggings and those horrendous boots, I headed confidently home. Half an hour later... I heard the chime of an incoming text on my phone. It was from my husband..."
