Well, I ran into most of the professors I actually remember from HBU, and I learned one really important fact. Things, they no good.

You know it's bad when the people you looked to for hopeful guidance into an unknown future are now bitter, angry, and pretty much fed up with the way things are going. Apparently, the new president at HBU has an agenda that involves running off all of the staff and building new facilities until the school runs completely out of money.

I don't think he gets it ... if he makes HBU look bad, it makes ME look bad, because I got three degrees out of that place that I'm still paying for. If he makes me look bad, it makes my BANK ACCOUNT look bad. And that, sir, is an ass-whupin' comin' yer way.

I'm from Wild Peach. We really do talk like that.

So what to do? I've thought about writing a letter, explaining my thought process from above with a bit more finesse. I may try that first.

Here's the question: Does a university have any obligation to keep its nose clean out of respect for previous generations of students?

Yes. Yes it does. Punks.

If anyone else has any suggestions, I'm all arthritic knuckles and beer bellies.

At any rate, despite the dreamy entry from earlier today I will NOT be applying for a job at HBU. Bummer, too, because the place looks great and I enjoyed hangin' there today. Maybe they'll shape up and I can put it back on the table.


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Kevin Tumlinson is the author of numerous novels, novellas, and non-fiction books, and the host of the Wordslinger Podcast. Try three of his best books for free when you download his starter library at kevintumlinson.com/starterlibrary.
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