You don't remember me, do you? I was a first-year in your torts class a few years ago. I was so intimidated by you. You were the best professor in this school. I felt so lucky to get a spot, and then you started to notice me. You called on me all the time. You made me feel like I was the smartest person in the class. Until you made a pass at me in your office, and I turned you down. Remember that? I don't know if you meant to make me feel like shit after that, or if it just happened, or if some of it was in my head. But I do know that what you did was wrong. I let you make me doubt myself. But that's over now.
Lorna
