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“There’s a problem with your writing,” Ms. Tamayo informs me, looking up from the computer in her office. It’s quiet at Vanier since exams finished yesterday. Only a handful of students staying for the holidays remain, plus a number of the faculty. “What’s that?” I ask. “It’s better than any other student’s I’ve seen. These lyrics you wrote are meaningful and specific.” My shoulders relax