Today while speaking with Ms. Rihner [my Bible Lit teacher] in the Liberal Arts offices, amid some general conversation, another teacher came up behind me (well, us, I was with Cary) and asked, "I'm sorry, but did one of you say you were Kathryn Johnson?"

Normally this is a question that implies the named has done something wrong, so it was with some trepidation that I answered -- especially because I hadn't ever seen this lady before. But when I told her who I was, she shook my hand and was like, "I'm Missy Diaz, I was final say in the BHM contest, and your entries for Images are amazing! Both of them got put in, along with your BHM poem!"

So now I am all but cornered by two enthusiastic teachers -- Ms. Rihner's slightly wicked style of enthusiasm and Ms. Diaz telling me all about Images, when who should walk by but Dr. Brumfield. Dr. B is the most impossibly eloquent man I've ever met, and he was my teacher for English 101. He asked me "Did you write an Antigone paper at all, ever?" And when I replied, "yes, why?" he replies, "Well, I happened into the faculty offices today, and Dr. Choudhury had left a paper in the copier -- he was copying it for his class -- and I wondered if it was written by the same Kathryn Johnson. It only took me two paragraphs to tell it was."

This Antigone paper was one I wrote waaaaaaay back in Structure of Western Thought and which that professor still uses as a teaching aid about two years later. I will never be able to get away from this paper [or the fact that I got a 12 on my 101 Exit Exam, which was graded holistically and was the first 12 Dr. B had seen in about five years]. The infamy of this Antigone paper is such that when Dr. Choudhury discovered that perfectcherry is a friend of mine, he made her read it out loud to her class [which I'm still sorry for, Jackie].

My literature-fu is strong. *yawn*

ps.
Hopelessly addicted to Klondike, which is the solitaire game on my iPod. if I don't come back, send help.