Daylight Savings as Maladaptive Faustianism

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My grandmother used to walk me to school when I was in kindergarten. This was before mass shootings across the country provoked enhanced school security measures, and us kids would simply line up in front of the building before being let inside. One kid in particularly was always first. He was a blond boy whom we’ll call Johnny. He always took such pride in being first, scurrying into the classroom before everyone else.