Ivy Leaguer Redux

“Anh, what am I supposed to do? This isn’t fair.” Li’l Yalie Print Studio Tech casts her eyes around the loading zone. She has a petite build and cannot get a good look into the tall dumpster. She loudly exhales. “I just wanna make some arr-rrt…”

Ever ready to help, I offer, “There’s gotta be something around–let’s look in 131.” I unlock the classroom door and suggest she borrow a stool. She grabs one and we go back to the dumpster and she starts digging around. I go back to scraping plaster messes out of buckets.

A week later, I see the stool still outside, its masonite seat warping and peeling apart in the steady rain.