When I was in college, I asked one of my professors to be my mentor. It felt important for me to find a mentor.
He said he couldn’t do that. He only mentors his teaching assistants. But we could get breakfast every other week or so.
I was bummed. I really wanted a mentor, and it took a lot of courage for me to ask.
In spite of my disappointment, I accepted his breakfast offer. We met nearly every other week over the course of a year. He even had me over to his house a few times.
For the past decade, we’ve stayed connected. We don’t keep up regularly, but I know I could call him if I needed something.