I was a church youth group advisor for the phenomenal class of 2010 from the time they were freshmen though their senior year. As graduation time loomed, we would meet on Sunday mornings to hang out, discuss their farewell mini-sermons for "Senior Sunday," and talk about how life was going for everyone.
One such morning, Piper was bemoaning the workload at school, most of all a major science exam coming up that she was spending every spare moment studying for.
It had been 20 years since I'd taken a high school science class, but I found it hard to believe that the coursework had become that specialized. I felt compelled to interrupt.
"I'm sorry, Piper, but why do you have such an important test on Celery Production?"
Everyone looked at me funny for a few seconds until the youth director figured out what I was asking.
"No, Kristin, not 'Celery Production,'" she said to me from across the room.
"Cell Reproduction."
