My old students are growing up, and come back to visit me after school. As was the case when they were here, they all continue to mature at varying paces. Some remain impassive to boys, while others are crazed by them. A conversation I had the other day made me laugh, and begin thinking about things that make me act thirsty.
"Are you still close with her?"
"Yea, I guess so. When she’s around boys she always acts so thirsty though."