This is Why High School Was Easier (and Better) In The 90s

On my way to my bedroom late one night, I saw the familiar sliver of light coming from my son’s room. Burning the midnight oil again, I thought. When I cracked the door open, I found him hunched over his computer, eyes bloodshot and tired, furiously typing on the keyboard. I ruffled his curls and told him he needed to go to bed.

“It’s late, son. There’s always tomorrow,” I said, gently.

“Mah, it never ends,” he said. He told me he had an hour to go before his assignment was due at midnight an...