Growing up is hard.
I learned that Prof is just Prof. To stay at school, and out of my life.
He once said that freshmen believe their professors go to their offices on Fridays and climb into their briefcases until Monday morning, when they reemerge ready to teach.
So that's where Prof will stay.
In his briefcase back at school, where I can't access him. Because he is my academic advisor.
And nothing more.
Oddly enough, I'm okay with that. I knew this day was coming, and that's okay.
It should have happened before now, but that's alright. I'll make it through this.
No one wants to hurt me right now (in my head, not externally), and I don't want to hurt me, and it's all going to be okay.
Growing up in hard, but it's necessary. Though I thought I'd grown up enough in the past few weeks, I have been shown that there's always room to grow.
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