Teaching can be an isolating profession. Some days our only adult contact may be the teacher we pass in the hall as we’re rushing to the restroom between classes. I can still vividly recall my first year of teaching 30 years ago and how lonely I felt. I rarely interacted with other teachers at school. I went home after school to roommates who worked at banks and hospitals and law offices, and they had no concept of what my days were like. I frequently found myself overwhelmed and unsure how to approach challenging students or challenging lessons, and I didn’t know where to turn. It was hard, and I drove home many days in tears wondering if I had chosen the right profession. What I needed was a wise person in my life, but I didn’t know that I needed to seek that person out.