Our room service has arrived, and Kyle and I sit knee to knee on one of the beds, eating overpriced sandwiches. We’re both more beat now than we were when we arrived, and in lieu of talking, I put on the TV. At RTC, I made a habit of checking the news every day. The need to stay alert about what was going on in the world was drilled into me at the camp. Of course, the irony was that RedZone heavily restricted and monitored our ability to learn the most useful information. They wanted us to know only what they wanted us to know. The real world was quite an eye-opening experience for me in so many ways. Kyle and I watch in silence as a video about an environmental summit in Prague plays across the screen. Then the camera flips back to the studio anchor, and a Breaking News graphic flashes above his head. “Next up,” the anchor says, “is a breaking story about a possible terrorist attack at a college outside of Boston.
