I there something wrong with me? Looking
back over that past few weeks, I wonder if my colonoscopy was the highlight. Trust me, I rather be writing about
returning to teaching, the job and career I have dedicated my life pursuing, or
writing about my new girlfriend, the one with long fragrant chestnut brown
hair. The one I hold like a doll made
of china. The one who ignores me as I stare into her blue eyes that are as deep
as the Atlantic Ocean, but I can’t, because I don’t have a girlfriend and I
don’t have a job.