The Literature Professor

All of the students in the class leave except for Trevor, an 18 year old freshman. He is a bro, a skater-dude stoner, reminiscent of a young Keanu Reeves.

TREVOR: Professor — I’ve been having some difficulty with my thesis statement for the final paper.

Trevor’s mouth opens and he fumbles to speak.

PROFESSOR HIGGENBOTHOM (CONT’D): You see, Trevor, the différance between you and I is that I have been thinking about these matters for much longer than you have.

Professor Higgonbothom rolls his eyes.

TREVOR (CONT’D): If there is no such thing as good and bad art, does that mean that my backpack over there could be art? It’s got a bunch of graffiti handwriting all over it.

Professor Higgenbothom stops and thinks for a moment.

PROFESSOR HIGGENBOTHOM: Yes. Of course it is, Trevor. It is wrong to kill innocent children. Alright? And, uh, maybe you could argue that your backpack is a work of art, ok?

Trevor runs out of the classroom.

PROFESSOR HIGGENBOTHOM (to himself): My wife was right. These students are no good at Theory with a capital “T”. Some days I just wish I could murder all of them. Ain’t that the truth!



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Flannery Wilson

Flannery Wilson

Flannery has a PhD in Comparative Literature. She teaches French, Italian, and visual media. Her book on Taiwanese cinema can be found on Amazon.