write this not minutes after leaving a professor’s office hours. I walked to his office from across campus, which includes ascending Capitol Hill, which has to be a 45-degree incline for a quarter of a mile. So obviously I was sweating, even with an iced coffee in my hand. I dabbed my face throughout our meeting. My sweat glands finally ceased.
Forty minutes later, our meeting drew to a close. I stood up to leave, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw the seat of my chair – a blooming, dark-edged stain. Was that sweat?! My eyes bulged. It couldn’t be. I wasn’t that sweaty.
No, it couldn’t possibly be.Read More