Be that as it may, it's not just about missing him. I'm likewise envious of his life, of his reality that extends past his front entryway. He reveals to me that secondary school is no ideal world, yet I'm not persuaded. What else would you call a place that exists exclusively to show you about the world? What do you call a place with companions and instructors and libraries and book club and math club and verbal confrontation club and some other sort of club and after school exercises and unlimited potential outcomes?