My microeconomics teacher seems to have two personae. The first dresses in one of six Hawaiian shirts paired with khaki cargo shorts and Adidas sandals. His hair is slightly rumpled, and he compensates for his casual look by demanding even more from the students. I don't have any statistics to back me up on this, but I'm guessing all of our pop quizzes have been given on Casual Ken days. Formal Ken, on the other hand, wears a snug polo shirt tucked in to Dockers, the pants hitting just the right place on his brown Oxford shoes. He seems to feel free to tell longer stories and better jokes on these days. His hair is combed into straight lines across his head.

Either way, he is one of the most intimidating professors on campus, his name whispered in fear as if he is Voldemort. I think he is absolutely fascinating. I hope he'll teach me how to make people cower like that some day. Let's just pray the Hawaiian shirts are optional.

Disjointed Thoughts from This Morning:

If I ever fall in love, I fully expect it will be in the month of September.

One of the best smells in the morning is that of butter melting into a freshly toasted bagel.

People seem to think that flying is an overrated superpower, but I love the feel of wind whipping through my hair. I would thoroughly enjoy being able to fly.

I hope I manage to stay young at heart. I don't want to become afraid of change, bitter at the world, or a fan of dry toast.

There is something inexplicably cute about fog rolling in one's window. A tiny cloud poked its head in just now, asking if everything was alright. And suddenly, it was.

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