By Laurel Faye

Students just take the ferry to school?” I ask. The idea that a kid just hops on a boat and rides it to classes is so foreign to me. My school days consisted of a 45-minute commute from a neighboring town while my brother and I chewed gas station taquitos and listened to my mother playing Andrea Bocelli over the radio. I spot a school-aged girl opening the lid of her strawberry-print lunchbox, an afternoon snack for the return trip?

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