The IP faculty panel went a rougher than I expected, but of course not rougher than I could handle (after all, I was raised with Cool Hand Luke and when someone tells you "What we got here is failure to communicate" you tell them "I can eat fifty eggs")
Many of the concerns that were brought up made sense and when winter break came and I started eating some eggs.
Break from school.
Break from text collaging.
Break from over-thinking... making what felt right opposed to what I felt was supposed to be right.
"He was smiling... That's right. You know, that, that Luke smile of his. He had it on his face right to the very end. Hell, if they didn't know it 'fore, they could tell right then that they weren't a-gonna beat him. That old Luke smile. Oh, Luke. He was some boy. Cool Hand Luke. Hell, he's a natural-born world-shaker."
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