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  • I was the only girl in the class, and he hated girls.

    I preferred to sit front row center, because of my ADHD. Because I wanted to see and hear and remember. Because I cared.

    He made me not only sit in the back, but in a corner away from the boys who I might distract from his lessons.

    He took every opportunity to make fun of me.

    I cried after nearly every class, but I never let him or the boys see me crying.

    I left St. Lawrence and, after a long and torturous journey, went to ESF. I took Botany 101 over again with Dr. John Morrison. John was the antithesis of this man. There were very few girls at ESF back then, but he made me feel welcome. And he gave me an A in botany 101 and 102 and all the other botany courses I took from him.

    I'm glad the botany prof at SLU didn't succeed at making me quit, making me give up, by working hard to make me feel like an outsider in a male world.
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