Today I was walking into Herter for Prof. Barton’s class when I heard someone shout “This is not your destiny!”
I recognized his voice but I couldn’t find Marcus for a moment because he was leaning off the fifth floor balcony, a la Professor Marathon. We shouted up and down for a bit, until I was late for class and a passing English major muttered “But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?” Which was kind of embarrassing but not as bad as last time!
Unfortunately, class WAS my destiny so I went.
