In my family, etiquette is a big deal. Growing up, my parents demanded good manners. I had to sit up straight at the table, say “yes sir” and “no ma’am,” be on my best behavior at other people’s houses. In middle school, I was forced, along with many of my classmates, to attend weekly cotillion classes. If you grew up in the south, you may know what I mean. These classes were one part ballroom dancing and one part table manners, which is exactly what every middle school student wants to do after a long day of school.