It's the end of poetry class, and I ask my poetry professor if I could get some help interpreting "The Wasteland" (for my essay that is due next coming Tuesday).
He explains that he'll be gone for family reasons. "But you can send me an email, or you can even call me."
I'm trying to figure out how calling his office phone would do any good since he'll be out of town. I pause.
"Just send me an email, asking for my cell number, and call me with questions and thoughts."
Okay, that's another new one for me.
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