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Pre-crack
"If it's for me, I'm a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up." It's a quote from Bram Stoker's Dracula. I'm reading it for one of my literature classes and just had to chuckle when I read it, thinking about Professor Cullen and the notoriety he's achieved on campus as being the "hardest crack." Personally, I would like to give him the benefit of the doubt and just think of him as maybe the "toughest nut". I've been told he's definitely the most difficult professor, but I've never had him for any of my classes and certainly wouldn't shy away from the challenge.
To be honest, I'm not even sure what he looks like because he buries himself in his office and in his work, hiding behind dark glasses and a strange hat in addition to locked doors. He's even somewhat of an enigmatic urban legend who students and faculty know very little of but continue to spin stories about. All I know is if I were to ever have a chance encounter, I would certainly give him the respect he deserves, as we all like to keep close—our secrets.
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I'm making my routine Sunday trek across the lake with my backpack in hand and my phone securely tucked into a ziplock bag safe from the snow. I see various people having fun skating, sliding, and sledding. I even see him, the fisherman, whom I normally see. He's always too far away and bundled up for me to make out his features, but we always exchange respectful nods, nonetheless, whenever I pass. Today is no different, and I greet him with a wave of my head, both going to and coming from the library. I feel something, maybe sadness, for the man, whenever I pass, but it's not my place to judge his life, nor his apparent solitude.
As I walk past and away from him, I notice something different. The sky parts to pass on its golden glow. I even hear birds chirping although the sun is readying to set. Almost a flat calm comes over me. I feel content, happy, elated . . . at peace. Then I hear it, that unmistakable sound of my life, ripping away.
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