Tristan

Holding office hours on Saturday afternoon was supposed to be a way to guarantee myself some uninterrupted work time. Not once in the three years I had held Saturday hours had a single student shown up.

No one goes to campus on Saturday unless they live here. I was sitting in my office grading papers and doing my best not to think about the past week. I was still having trouble getting the image of Astrid’s tear streaked face out of my mind. ...