It was 9th grade. I had just transitioned from middle school to the terrifying world of high school and was feeling unbelievably alone. I would eat as fast as I could, alone in the corner of the cafeteria, and sometimes I wouldn't eat at all. Nobody noticed and nobody cared. I understood, I was just one more hurting student in an environment filled with kids who felt the way I did, if not worse. One day, in the middle of all of this, my english class was assigned a new teacher. I was skeptical at first, he was a gruff looking man and had a little bit of a temper, but over the next few weeks I grew quite fond of him. He gave me a passion for literature, new and old, he brought books to life with his vast vocabulary, and he made me feel hope again for the first time in years. He was my teacher, he was my counselor, and he was my friend. That man's name you ask? Well that man's name was Nikos.

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