We are defined by the questions we ask. Timothy Petraitis, Possibly an Astronaut.

Today I was asked a simple question. The assistant principal stood at my door at the end of school and asked "Are you the one into human trafficking"? Where was this conversation going? What did he suspect? What might he ask me to do...? I thought about asking a follow up question.

"As a hobby?" No, that seems like a guilty thing to say. Perhaps I should just ask him why the concern.

He held up a student's paper, discarded from the floor. "I found this paper on human trafficking and thought it might be from your class."

He was correct. It was from my class. Some ungrateful student had taken the paper written in class (about human trafficking) and discarded it in the hallway. From now on I will be stapling student's returned papers to their collars, unless there is some school board rule to the contrary.

At least one of my classes had an assignment to research whatever question they wanted an answer to and I am sure I only saw a few honest ones. Such as "Do fish sleep?" Easy to answer, yet compelling. I assume this child will pursue her interests tonight with scuba equipment and an alarm clock. That is the type of research that separates the truly curious from the casually studious.