It’s the end of the school year, teachers! Whether you’re zooming across the finish line — or making slow, steady progress toward it — you should be proud of all…

When I was in 4th grade, I had a nice enough teacher, Mrs. Adams. Every day after lunch, she would crack open an icy cold soda and place it on her desk. I would stare at it longingly. I was instantly parched. She would sip on it between sentences and throw it away at the end of the lesson. I pledged to myself that…