Handwritten Journal
The retelling of the first training class I mentored took more than one entry. I wanted to be as thorough as possible without writing a novel. This required disclosure of my romance interests at the time. My first one, Nora, was incredibly short-lived. My second, Ivette, was only slightly longer. She, and the incredible, tear-jerking experience that was the January 2012 class, filled my evening.
