Dear English Teacher’s Lounge at My High School,
You were the place I felt closest to the teachers of my favorite subject. I felt at almost home with you, in the moments before and after school, asking for help on an essay or working on the school newspaper.
You would think that would have been the start, and that when I went to college and majored in English I would have found homes in the offices of my professors. But despite being roomed in old houses, up carpeted stairs to small, book-crowded spaces – those places were cold and unwelcoming to me.
Miss you,
-e.