I will always love you, semicolon.


LS introduced me to this column earlier this year, and since EH has a Sunday subscription of the NY Times, I get to read it in print every seven days. I was talking about the column in the teacher's lounge the other day and one of the Polish teachers told me about this story. Even though the closest I've come to a classroom romance was when my Palestinian student bought me a cup of coffee in the cafeteria last week, I still love the notion that love can happen anywhere, even in the most inopportune times and places. And when it does, it's best to be like a semicolon and precede with caution. 

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