November 7, 2011
A story, hardly fit for printing, involving a geometry final, pigs, and our deepest human longings
Pride is marbled so deeply through me, like fat in ribroast, that I am almost totally incapable of ever discerning my motivation. Sometimes in college I feel my brain is growing so big I want to scream to the world that I am indomitable; at other times I remember that I got a 29.5 percent on my geometry final last spring and that I am the only driver's ed. student in my town who the instructor wouldn't take onto the highway. Can I do everything?