“I Never Expected to Meet My First Love Again—But a Student’s Interview Project Changed That”
I’m a 62-year-old literature teacher, and for nearly four decades, my life has followed a gentle, predictable rhythm.
My days are measured in lesson plans and essays, quiet hallways, the soft rustle of paper, and the lingering aroma of tea left to cool before I remember to drink it.
I take comfort in routine—the slow turning of the seasons, the cadence of student voices punctuated by the…
I’m a 62-year-old literature teacher, and for nearly four decades, my life has followed a gentle, predictable rhythm.
My days are measured in lesson plans and essays, quiet hallways, the soft rustle of paper, and the lingering aroma of tea left to cool before I remember to drink it.
I take comfort in routine—the slow turning of the seasons, the cadence of student voices punctuated by the…
