I thought my student disliked me. I was wrong ― she trusted me.
- Posted on June 26, 2026
- By Detroit Free Press
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I thought my student disliked me. I was wrong ― she trusted me.
When a student chose my classroom for a queer promposal, I understood what safety really means — and why I’ll never hide who I am.
