In that moment, the crush I’d been nursing turned into something sharper. I started noticing the way he’d absentmindedly tap his wedding ring against the podium, a rhythmic reminder of the boundary between us. I began writing poems in the margins of my notebooks, thinly veiled tributes to "golden-haired scholars" that I’d never have the courage to show him.
Many stories focus on how a student might project their aspirations onto a mentor, viewing them as a symbol of the adult world they are beginning to enter. The Importance of Boundaries: my first sex teacher - my friends hot mom - bab...
