I’m sitting in my office, back straight, shoulders relaxed, feet firmly planted on the floor. It doesn’t sound comfortable but after your dance teacher yells at you for an entire year because you have bad dance posture and airplane arms, it’s unavoidable. The sun is hiding today, giving the room an extra-strong fluorescent tinge. I stare out the window, then to my reflection in the computer screen, and back outside.
I avoid looking over my right shoulder, where 38 papers in need of grading await. A bright red pen resting beside them. Oh the joys of procrastination. Yes, even in grad school. In fact, even more so in grad school.
I direct my gaze back to the computer screen, which is now black and sleeping. As the screen comes to, I take a deep breath in and place my fingers on the keyboard. I’m playing Clair de lune on a beautiful baby grand. Instead, words appear on the screen. Words, then sentences, then paragraphs. Slow and steady. Click, click, click.
Graduation. Hear me r-o-a-r.