I Was Not Looking for My First Love – but When a Student Chose Me for a Holiday Interview Project, I Learned He Had Been Searching for Me for 40 Years
I was not searching for my first love. At 62, I believed that chapter of my life had been sealed, archived, and quietly stored away with other youthful certainties that time dismantles without asking permission. December, for me, usually arrived gently—papers to grade, corridors to monitor, Shakespeare quotations echoing through classrooms warmed by overworked radiators….