The semester is over. Twenty minutes ago I dismissed my Introduction to Fiction & Poetry students for the last time. It was pouring rain all morning, such that I had to walk to campus wearing a thirteen-gallon plastic garbage bag with a hole for my head. My tights are soggy, the hem of my dress is clinging to my thighs.
Postmort
Postmort
Postmort
The semester is over. Twenty minutes ago I dismissed my Introduction to Fiction & Poetry students for the last time. It was pouring rain all morning, such that I had to walk to campus wearing a thirteen-gallon plastic garbage bag with a hole for my head. My tights are soggy, the hem of my dress is clinging to my thighs.