Trip of Three Steps
I'm sitting in the Hendrix Center, which isn't the Student Union, but really is. It's orientation time and I'm watching all these incoming freshmen running around, talking about where they're from and making friends and registering and eating ice cream. I'm sitting here wearing clothes I plucked from my bedroom floor with the stroppy beginnings of a beard and sweating my balls off 'cause it's hotter and humider than Satan's taint.
Little do they know that I will be teaching some of them come August.
Little do they know that I will be teaching some of them come August.