Ah, convocation, one of my favorite times of year. Sheridan thought as she stepped through the doorway into the university"s fine arts auditorium. The noise in the room nearly deafened her as hundreds of professors greeted each other after summers spent traveling, researching, and doing whatever it was professors did between spring and fall semesters.
Ah, convocation, one of my favorite times of yearHer gaze scanned restlessly over the crowd. Where is he? Michael never misses a responsibility, so he must be here.
Where is he? Michael never misses a responsibility, so he must be here.Eventually, she found her former professor and mentor and current colleague sitting, as usual, near the rest of the English faculty but somehow separated from them, as though not really sure he deserved to be
