Perseverance

It took all I could muster to stay awake. I thought your Eastern European accent would liven up the lecture a little. I was wrong. My mind was recognizing that you were saying words but my heart wouldn’t let me listen–a modern evolutionary trait. There came a point when I realized you looked like Edward James Olmos and I sat up straight, a desperate excitement bringing me to attention. It quickly deflated because you weren’t Edward James Olmos. Then for the remainder of the talk I stared straight into the tuft of hair below your bottom lip. I hoped you had a small comb that you used to sort out its wild tendency’s. I hoped you had to use it before you got in front of our class. “Whoa boy, not today. Everything rides on this.” You’d say.