When I was in Junior High, I was looking to fill an elective and the guidance counselor cajoled me into taking an emotional-sensitivity class that she’d developed. Whenever one student said something nasty to another, the counselor would snap, I heard a put down. Two put-ups, please. Whereupon, the kid would laugh long and hard, then find a way to disguise two more insults as compliments. Nice pants, I’m way into rainbow stripes. I also like your eye shadow. It’s really purple. Then we closed our eyes and listened to Simon and Garfunkel.