SAN ANGELO, Texas -- I am in the grips of major culture shock. I am not just talking about being unable to get the New York Times delivered each morning on my front stoop. For the last eight years, until now, I had awakened each weekday morning with the assurance that I would enter the St. Petersburg Times building, hash out the day's issues with my Editorial Board colleagues, work on my column and go home. I was responsible to Bill Maxwell. My day was done. Now, suddenly, I have 16 students in my Opinion Writing class and 26 in...