In first grade, my dad bought my sister and me a math book. I would hole up beneath the covers with a reading light and work on problems until the sun rose. I used to sit on my mother’s lap and tell her about how my...

It all began in 8th grade, when my friends and I organized the March 14 walkout for gun violence at our middle school. When we heard about the nationwide walkouts students were planning, we knew we had to join in. Togethe...