They told me I would never amount to anything, that I would always be a lowlife, with nothing more to offer than street smarts. I proved them all wrong by becoming a professor at one of the top ranked universities in the country. But even now, they look at me, judge me, making me feel like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. I did everything I could to escape my seedy past and it felt like I was successful until the day she walked into my class. I could tell right away that she was different from the rest, but what I didn’t know was that she was rooted in the world I’d worked so desperately to escape from. Like the great mind Jung said about physics, “what you resist, persists,” and I was about to learn that the past always finds a way of catching up with you.