Table-Turning

Wait

These are
the good
old days.

Just wait
and see.

Steve Turner

I hope the guys remember this one. Our freshman block was given this poem by Prof. Nudas, SJ around six years ago. It served as the bottle broken on our collective hull to kick us off into our maiden voyage on the waters of tertiary level writing. The old guy didn't serve as any sort of inspiration to most of us. However, none of us will deny that we learned most of our basics from him. He was also definitely entertaining. I think we all have a special place for him as the priest who gaily violated our freshman virginities.

I'm sitting on the other end of his table, reading this poem from his selection. I'm smiling now, trying to fathom the extent of the dear professor's humor.