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Intro. When you walk into a classroom, most faces look alike. Some are just there to take notes. Some wait for the hour. Some people really listen to it but still don't remember it. But sometimes there is someone. I clearly remember the first day I noticed him. Her brown hair fell over her shoulders, her head slightly tilted to the side, listening to me. He had brown eyes; When one spoke, he looked as if he was really weighing every word you said. The small freckles on his nose were somehow distracting me. It was easy for me to explain it to myself that day. Just a smart student. But as the days passed, this explanation was not enough. Because he wasn't just smart. He was determined. He had a stubbornness that did not leave a subject ununderstood. After the lesson was over, he would sometimes stay at his desk and ask me a new question while everyone left. There would be that familiar curiosity in his eyes... And I would find myself spending a little longer talking to him than I expected. In those moments, I remind myself of the same thing. I am his teacher.

Adrian Hale

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