Once upon a time, long long ago, I went to college. It seems like another life now. But I have a diploma to prove it, so it must be real. This is the story of one of the hard lessons that I learned during my time at BYU, that I will never forget. Here I am with my brand spankin' new husband. We look so young and innocent! Anyway, about the time this picture was taken, I was in my last year of college. I spent the fall semester pre-student teaching, and the winter one student teaching. I pre-student taught at a high school, since my main age of interest was middle-schoolers. I totally hit the jackpot with both the schools I was assigned. In fact, if I could've chosen them myself, I would've picked the ones I got. For pre-student teaching, I taught the best band at the best high school around with an amazing, prestigious, knowledgeable, and just extremely cool teacher. He also played the trumpet, and he taught part time at UVSC. All his students were hopelessly devoted ...