I started staying late. It began with "clarifying questions" about symbolism, but soon we were talking about everything else. He told me about his time in the Peace Corps; I told him about my fear that I’d never leave this suburban bubble. He’d lean against his desk, coffee mug in hand, listening with an intensity that made me feel like the most interesting person in the world. The "line" didn't disappear all at once; it blurred.
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The adult often identifies a student who is socially isolated, struggling at home, or craving validation. I started staying late
