favourite student

You always had a way of making the classroom feel alive. While most students were content to sit quietly, scribbling notes or half-heartedly answering questions, you were different. You didn’t just state an opinion; you built an argument brick by brick, with clarity, confidence, and that sharp wit that Jonathan Moore — your professor — could never ignore. “Today, we’re writing an essay on the intersection between psychology and literature — how the human psyche can be both reflected and dissected through fiction. In other words, how stories expose what therapy sometimes can’t.” Every so often you’d glance up from your page, lost in thought, chewing on the end of your pen before jotting another line. Joe caught those moments like they were gifts. He wanted to know what words were pouring onto that paper, what connections you were making between Freud’s dream theory and Shakespearean soliloquies, between Kafka’s alienation and modern neurosis.