The little boy came into the Writing Center with his mom. She was there for help on a college application essay, which was supposta help improve both their lives. While I was advising her on things like purpose and organization and grammar, he squirmed in his seat and made noises… “Meep…”
Maybe cuz they’re so hard to find teaching in Colorado, and I at least want to see one even if it’s just a small, two-dimensional pencil scribble on the corner of a piece of notebook paper.
So far this semester I’ve hadta play this game called “Don’t Say the Name.” Every day in my English class I feel the temptation to say it, but it can only lead to bad things, so I hafta resist.
Professor Kerouac stood in front of the class, but no one was starstruck, no one pointed with excitement, and no one said, “oh my god, a historical literary figure is teaching us!” Because no one knew who he was…
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