“Take the L”: On Quitting, Failure, and Winning
“I’ll take the L,” he shrugged and reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. I squinted up at him with new fascination as he laid it on the table in front of me. “Thank you.” I had just confiscated a phone during a study hall from a student whom I knew to be innocent. We had all been sitting there studying in the quiet of the high-domed, skylit, largest classroom in the school, and then the tinkling, tinny sound of a notification cascaded into the silence. One of…