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A few months ago, a day before one of the occasional marches the Capital sees demanding an end to the Iraq War, I began the descent into the Metro stop near my office, looked up, and saw a number of representatives of Code Pink standing at the railing overlooking the escalator. Or rather, I heard them first. They were screaming at the parade of commuters, at the top of their lungs and in a tone somewhere between simple frustration and righteous anger, "End the war!!!" Well, I thought, that ought to take care of things. Good work, hippies! I kid...

I´ve been teaching classes at a Chicago university as an adjunct faculty member since the summer of 2001 and began instructing my sixth course last week. My experiences with these students are always enlightening and speak volumes about the mindset of today´s youth and, specifically, those youth who decide to be teachers. Last week I gazed upon my new masters level class, which numbers thirty, and is the largest that I´ve ever had. For reasons I may specify in another piece, they are an uncommonly young group as they are all 22 or 23 years-old and the class is devoid...