It’s a Tuesday night, and I find myself in a carpeted classroom situated in a brick strip mall in Lincolnwood, IL. The room is filled with desks, a white board, and a projector, positioned below a wooden balcony. The space is painfully American-suburban and reminds me of a portable classroom I entered once to attend a Southern Baptist youth group meeting of one of my middle school friends. The classroom walls are plastered with decor, but not wi…
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