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When the teacher calls you by your preferred name and you just smile at them because maybe that's the start of it getting better.

Then they ask if your okay...

And you break down and start crying because there is just so much that's happening.

And he took the time to ask you if you were okay and how you were.

I cried alot and he asked what happened and I told him I was stressed about drama and my seventy something lines and he told me not to worry because last year at nationals I only had one line and killed it so surely I'll do seventy amazing and literally I freaked out and went.

"Yeah last year I had one fucking line, not seventy."

But honestly he's just so thoughtful and I think he genuinely cares about what's happening in my life.

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