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Midway through my first semester of high school, I learned I was moving. My father was taking a new job in Cleveland. I would be attending an all-male, Jesuit school.
On the first day at my new school, I was met by an administrator and led through the maze of hallways to my first class. The administrator knocked on the door and opened it before he received a response.
There before me stood one of the tallest teachers I had ever seen--Mr. Stan Sever.