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Last Friday, right before leaving work, I got a text from a college friend who’s a history teacher at one of the high schools here. She was all, like, “x (age 15) and I were talking today, and she said you’re her idol.”
“Why? What’d I do?”
“She thinks you are beautiful, strong and amazing, and she is right.”
Which was a really nice thing to hear, even though I can’t really do anything with it but nod knowingly the next time i see her, and then she’ll be mortified.
Part of my amazingness. Deal.