How two teachers helped me weave a dream

Consuming one story after another has long been something I associate with joy. It wasn’t until I was in high school that I discovered something even more thrilling. I cannot in good conscience claim the discovery as my own, as something I landed on because I was particularly clever or teeming with any more intellect than my classmates. This discovery caught me by surprise; it changed my life and simply would not have happened without the two incredible teachers who helped me see the stories swirling around me, waiting for me to be their teller.