Matt
I wake up with this weird sort of kid on Christmas morning anticipation making my whole body restless and excited on the first day of classes. That has never happened to me before. Usually, I drag my feet the whole morning when I have an early class and barely make it in time. But for some reason, on this first day of the last term of my undergrad studies, I’m eager to get to class.
As I’m standing in my bathroom literally humming while I brush my teeth, I catch my reflection in the mirror, and it hits me. That guy in the mirror with the flushed cheeks and excited grin looks like my dad when he’s getting ready to go to work. I used to watch him when I was little, sitting on the ottoman at the end of my parent’s bed watching him buttoning up his shirt, whistling to himself, checkin
