So long ago after I came back home, a shamed college drop-out, my father told me that if I ever wanted to take a class at college he'd pay for it.
I mentioned taking Korean, because I am a dork. He said the deal was still on, he'd still pay.
So there's this class at the U, in the fall, that starts at 9:05 and ends fifty minutes later every week-day.
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