Those who can’t need to get out of my classroom, please

With two semesters to go, I have spent $33,294.17 at North Dakota State University. People tell me this amount is a bargain—the little liberal arts school across the river will charge you that in a two-week span. Great. I’m still poor. I’m not bitter, though, nor am I upset that I’m going to spend the … Continue reading Those who can’t need to get out of my classroom, please

Reflections on redheads and love letters

Deb refilling my coffee mug snaps me from my stupor. “You still wanna wait to order?” she asks, again. I look at my Tracfone. It’s 6:30 a.m. Tomi’s twenty minutes late, and jazz band starts in thirty. I look at the set of silverware across from me in this huge booth. The note’s still in … Continue reading Reflections on redheads and love letters