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I am about to go teach 115. I should be working on my lesson plan. I should figure out what I'm going to teach today, preferrably before I get to the classroom. From where I'm sitting in the TNRB atrium, I can see at least five of my students, also waiting for class, all assuming that I have something to say.

And no, I haven't called him. Yet.

(End of post. Cliffhanger. Crappy one, but still a cliffhanger. I'm the next Stephen King, I am.)