She used to be quite the headache in my class. Precocious little rat. Thought of me as a nemesis, not as her teacher. No respect. Treated me as an equal and actually challenged my suggestions whenever she consulted-- anything. With me.
Anyway, then came her chat that read:
"Sir, how's life?"
And that's when I was battling depression.
She encouraged and motivated me.
That was sweet.
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