You exchange pleasantries...
and soon you hear that her inclement morning has included a locked house and an excursion through a kitchen window. You laugh and recall your own stormy commute. Her wit shines further when she references Gatsby and Daisy’s tempestuous reunion, and suddenly you are engaged in a lively discussion about Fitzgerald’s theme and New York’s weather and hers and your opinions on both.
With a transitory glance at your blank document, she asks about your paper.
Your unease prompts her own nod of confidence and a pledge to keep her office door open. You decide you will indeed visit later – for guidance, but also for the bond over rainy day stories and realities shared in passing conversation.
Literature is supposed to bring us together. Literature is actually a reflection of life.”
— Professor Susan Lassiter
