The ever-present Oklahoma wind grew colder. More assignments came due as the semester began to wind down. It wasn’t my first time to finish a semester, yet every new beginning I vowed not to wait until the last moment to write all my papers. Every term I waited until the end. So I trudged across the campus, that cold November evening, with my head down walking at an almost forty-five degree angle to the ground, fighting my way against the wind, on a quest to make some library time before Thanksgiving break. Most everything I needed for my research paper was available online. However, Dr. Jekyll was a Luddite and required us to use at least three books, real books, in our work. Didn’t she know that no one used real books anymore? Yes, she knew. That would be what separated the educated from the masses, she had said when making the assignment. True Academic Research. At that point she got a maniacal gleam in her eye and I was afraid to press the subject further.
