By Claire Shefchik It’s hard now to figure out how my tenth-grade English teacher Mr. Martin became trapped working in a high school in suburban Minnesota; he was full of resentment for what he called “sleepy little Stillwater,” actually assigning his classes to make the trek into the city each semester to hang out at poetry readings and art-house movie theaters, in hopes that something hip would rub off. He was one of the first to give us “adult” short […]