smush, smush, smush.

It's cold and abandoned throughout the campus. The rest of the students are in the underground tunnel system. Each building has a distinct buzz, some guttural and others squeely, other combined with knocks and thumps. A couple stands alone among the cars in the lot. As I approach I know they are not having a quiet conversation but screaming at eachother.

I helped E with his resume. He "stuck it to the man" in Japan and is now looking for a life that offers more freedom than that of a salaryman. He wants to go into software development!?

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yup"

What can I say?

I saw one of my favourite Profs from years past and I ran up behind him and said:

"Hi, I used to be in your class," he examined me blankly, "I just wanted to say thank-you because you are one of the best Professors I have ever had!"

"I see..."

Then I left. I felt painful currents shocking my whole body. This exchange went much better in my head than it did in execution. It certainly seems like the right thing to do ideologically but it was nothing but awkward.