I had a substitute for my substitute professor
His lecture was more entertaining than the two previous instructors, and the shortest reign. I go back to my original professor monday morning, concluding her time of mourning. This semester, fifty percent of my professors have either died or experienced the loss of a loved one within the first week of class, yet as I pedal my way from one end of campus to the other, death is the farthest thing from my mind. The sun warms my back and fills me with energy while pedestrians become traveling slalom poles. Weaving in and out, to and fro, performing a delicate dance of acceleration and braking, I navigate forward. I let my smile grow into a wide basin knowing all of my daily obligations are complete and a time of relaxation awaits me at home.