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When you work in an inner-city school where you thought you could make a difference, and you have many days when you feel that all of your efforts are in vain, and you and the ones you love have sacrificed so much to help you boldly go in the direction of your dreams, and your dreams turn out to be delusions or nightmares or both, and you’re so fried at the end of the week, that you have dangerously prepositional run-on sentences in your blog that someone out there is reading (knowing very well that you are an English teacher, by God), well…it helps to get emails like this:

A few days ago, Sam asked how I planned on dealing with all the attention from New York men. I replied that I hadn’t had much. Sometimes when I walk by I notice that suddenly a bunch of guys start saying something in a foreign language in a way that suggests they are talking about me, but who knows? Or a guy said, “Wow, she’s cute,” under his breath but loud enough to hear when I was in the 125th St. station. At the Columbus Circle station, an old, foreign man, exclaimed, “Look at Blundie!” (Yes, “Blundie,” not Blondie. It was cute). But that was it. In past times in New York, I’ve been approached by very forward men, so I know they’re out there. I just tend to think that I don’t go to the kinds of places where these men thrive. So far, I’ve spent most of my time in the city at the library, CompUSA, or Ben and Jerry’s. These are not places where lecherous men do their work.