In high school I had this one teacher who was kind of intense—he made too much eye contact and would sometimes jump in on student conversations, wanting to know the gossip—but he meant well, I think. Once I was standing in the lobby on a Friday afternoon, waiting for my friends after school. There was something I had to do but I remember I was really tired, slumped against the wall with the weight of my backpack pressed painfully against my spine. This teacher came up to me and struck up a conversation. He sensed something was off with me, and I said I was tired. He replied: “Why don’t you go home right now and just lie down and take a nap? Sometimes you just have to pause and give your body what it needs.”