Being a teacher is kind of like being a time traveler.
So much of what you do and say changes those around you, and the effects can shoot off into the distant horizon far beyond your line of sight.
I sometimes wonder what happened to certain students, if they continued to become the people they wanted to be or if time and circumstance caught up to them.
As a public school teacher with more than two decades experience, sometimes the years sneak up on me.
Students whom I remember as little children in middle school desks have grown into adults since they left.
Not that I usually get to see their grown-up faces. Often times their lives never intersect with mine again and I never know what become of them.
But occasionally an invitation, a chance encounter or an article…
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