Three weeks into the Fall 2015 semester and five minutes into the day’s class, a new student trudged into my senior seminar.
“Are you signed up?” we asked.
“Have been since last semester,” he answered, and glanced demurely at the notes on his neighbor’s desk. The professor had gone to retrieve something from his office. “We already finished a book, didn’t we?”
We nodded. He sighed, scratching the back of his neck.
“Just had two surgeries,” he said, “and it’s my girlfriend’s birthday, so right after this I gotta book it to New York. I missed the first sessions and used up all my absences in every single class.”
“So, you know,” he continued, “life is good.”