Most weeks of the month, most days of the week, most hours of the day, I rushed from one room to another every fifty-three minutes. I ate lunch with my friends. I partook in my usual extracurricular activities. I was the archetypal eighth-grade student.

For each of the one-hundred-and-eighty days of eighth-grade, I eagerly awaited Ms. Nudelman’s history class. My classmates and I collectively analyzed how events throughout…