Mentoring is generally rewarding, but then there are days like yesterday that leave me grinning the whole drive home. Libby is my best protege yet. She challenges me like few have. I have to work hard to keep up with her. We've covered six weeks' worth of intense grammar in about five hours. I try to trip her up, to trick her, to humble her, and she jacks everything I throw at her right out of the park. And then she demands a high-five.
I'm going to be working for this girl within three years. I intend to take credit for her ascent. That's my M.O.: identify thoroughbreds right before they explode out of the gate, hitch my wagon to them, and take wholly undeserved bows for their accomplishments. It's so much easier than accomplishing something myself. Is this why people have kids?