sigh.
home from a wonderful, WONDERFUL, poetry roundtable. and just got word that my prof, my all time favorite prof, whom i wanted to save for my last term, won't be back next term. sigh.
this is the risk i took, not taking him again, but i needed to study under a poet. and i know it was right.
no regrets.
i have no regrets.
but i'm just sad and going to have to grieve this loss.
that man got work out of me i didn't know i had in me.
and well, i'm going to go pout now.
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RE: the good always seems to arrive shitcaked
How lovely.
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