I like middle school kids.  Some people find them larval, loud, mercurial, incomprehensible.  Sometimes they are all those things; we all were, once.  But an impassioned middle school student with fierce opinions and his/her own unique way of expressing those opinions – about writing, taste in music, taste in candy, taste (or lack thereof) in clothes, how many hours per day a person ought to spend online, etc etc etc etc. – oh, I love that.  To  spend an entire day talking with that middle schooler and his/her comrades, learning from them, without having to bow to the clock, a schedule, the curriculum, someone else’s idea of what needs to be accomplished on a school visit … that would be perfect.