I sometimes get a wee bit annoyed by some of the material that finds its way to print over at the Duke Chronicle, particularly the paper's irregular coverage of Durham issues.
But a column in today's paper is just too good not to share. No, it's not Durham-focused, per se. But Lysa Chen's piece is fresh and well-written and, more importantly, tells a good Valentine's Day story.
As a high-school senior, I was not very different from who I am now, save for two particular facts. One, I could eat whatever I wanted. (I miss you, cake.) And two, I had an unhealthy fascination with my English professor, X.
By "unhealthy fascination" I do not mean I followed X home with a camcorder or saved his chewed bubble gum and discarded paper lunch bags to build a shrine in my closet. No, that would be silly and possibly criminal.
I did, however, map out the fastest route from my locker to his classroom after school, avoiding particularly congested areas, and read the entire works of Ernest Hemingway over the course of two months so that I would have something to discuss once I got there.
The relationship was doomed from the start.
Read more over at the Chronicle.
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