In high school, I was definitely not one of the “cool kids.” From Freshman year up until Junior High, I did my homework on time, I paid attention in class, I was super quiet and always afraid to raise my hand — even though I always knew my sh*t. I never went the extra mile. You could say I was a conformist student. Just one of those kids whose names you forget because they don’t make a sound (I should know now as I’ve been a teacher myself). I respected and held my teachers in high regard, especially the really, really good ones. That’s why I can never forget Ms.…