The Guest Speaker
I wake up on a drowsy Thursday morning around 10:30, just like normal. I roll out of bed to realize that I must have been having a wet dream, which makes me thankful I don’t live in the dorms anymore. As I walk to the shower I think about how sad it is to be a 22-year-old college girl and yet I can only get action in my dreams. In my bathrobe, with my hair in a towel, I sit down at my desk to check my email. Waiting in my inbox is an email from my Musical Structures IV professor reminding us...