I wrote last year about the day I resigned my teaching job in 2013. I included this, describing how I signed the document that ended my life as I had known it. I have an old Montblanc fountain pen for the occasion. Fifteen years ago, I slept with a student whom I mentored. The student, Lily,, transferred to NYU, and graduated with honors. When Lily graduated,
I would hope you wouldn’t do that
Sometimes it is easier to ban someone than to acknowledge their insights