An old pic of Dante and I on the quad at Florida State:
I got my first three degrees at FSU. It’s where I taught my first class and knew I would be a teacher for life. It’s where I co-founded a comedy sketch troupe. It’s where I played an epic prank on a Beckett scholar. It’s where I went through my first divorce. It’s where I created my Simpsons class. It’s where I worked as full-time staff between undergrad and grad school. It’s where my students insisted on calling me “Master,” while tittering, after I explained that “Prof.” and “Dr.” were yet the right words and that they should just say “Karma.” It’s where I took my mom to her first frat party. It’s where, in a poly sci class, I asked a question about Tibet and the other students didn’t know what Tibet even was and the teacher cried out in exasperation, “So the ACTRESS is the only one who follows world affairs?!?” It’s where I thought I was alone on the fourth floor of the library and a friend reached his hand through the stacks to grab me and I screamed bloody murder and no one came to check, which was concerning. It’s where I fell into and out of love a few times. It’s where I had some awful teachers, some meh ones, and some amazing one, all of whom informed the teacher I’ve become. It will be a part of me forever.
