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The last picture of the three of us together; November, 2016. I was forever taking headcounts of my students, as if somehow, constantly staying abreast of exactly how many other bodies occupied the classroom, I was mentally exerting some type of control over the situation. Just as any confident, competent professor should. No matter how much I was quaking internally. In the fall of 2017, each ofβ¦
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