One moment I was grieving my graduation from high school, and the next I'm back in this beloved place again for a few weeks of teaching experience. It also feels like a lifetime in between.
C naturally assumed the role of being my mentor, which means officially shifting to first-name basis with him and practically sharing his office space because I don't have anywhere else to stay. We would talk about my experiences and he would give me advice on teaching (or just adult life in general). I've been granted a closer insight into him as a real person too, hearing him complain and swear like he never would with students. Being casual and real – I had always always wanted this with my TCs. I cannot imagine how surreal it would feel if I were still as in love with him as I was back in January.













