Tag: dean

  • Migration

    I knew the migration would happen as soon as Mr. Walsh walked into the classroom.  My only hope was he had gotten the letter and had headed for the hills.  But either he didn’t get the letter or he didn’t care.  Only I knew what he did and what was coming for him.  I knew…

  • An Honor

    “It was an honor to meet you,” I practiced saying into the mirror.  I was meeting the dean of the graduate school this weekend and I was working myself into a frenzy.  I needed to make a good impression as my department depended on it.  My job depended on it.  If we didn’t get the grand and permission we needed, our project was doomed.  My…