I can't sleep thinking about the emails I sent to Mr. Henderson back in my first year. My first week. My very first week ever. I was 23 and I thought I knew everything... I really thought I was the smartest person in that building. Every single day, every day I’d go home and type up these long, insane lists of how he should be running the front office. I actually told a man with thirty years of experience that his scheduling system was "inefficient." Inefficient. I used that word like I was some kind of CEO instead of a kid who still had posters on my bedroom wall. Things I actually suggested to a grown man while I was still living with my parents: 1. Moving the teacher's lounge because the light was "bad for morale" 2. Changing the bell schedule so I could have a longer lunch — I really called it "optimizing transition times" 3.