I have a weird relationship with potential. My own, specifically. You see, dear reader, I always loved school, and I adored my teachers almost without exception (though Mrs. Jones took a popsicle away from me in kindergarten—a public shaming and injustice that left me smarting, popsicle-less, and incapable of remembering any…
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