Nassau Street in Princeton, NJ.

My teacher-friend who works in North Jersey purposely moved from the town that she teaches to a neighboring town. She got tired of bumping into her high school students at the local coffee shop or in the supermarket. I’ve never felt that way. In fact, I’m usually the one shouting out my students’ names if I spot them before they spot me. In case and point, this morning. I was walking down to get my coffee at Small World when I saw a familiar face on Nassau Street. It was a lovely, former student that’s now on her way to Johns Hopkins where she will swim her little tail off and study hard, I’m sure – she was studious. Continue reading →