Thursday, October 31, 2019


Today one of my students who I think has a crush on me waited for me after class to leave the classroom and then I locked the door. Then he walked with me to go towards the parking lot, and as we were walking he said that his hands were cold and asked if I could hold his hand. I said to him I could not do that. It would not be good; he is my student and he is as young as my little brother.
“The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself.”