text:  I would just stare at the ground because otherwise I would trip and fall. And so one morning, it's taking forever for her to get to school. Like with stares, I would stop at each step and shuffle my feet out and then I would take a step down. And she arrives late to her classroom. My English teacher stopped me at the door and she was like, Elsa, I'd like to talk to you for a second about your classmate's essay. He wrote his essay about you and how he admires you and I would like him to read it out loud in front of the class this morning.