You might say we have no identity. I jump into the required course, first course of the program, thinking this is it, here I go, my path to a career. It’s Chaucer, the whole course is about Chaucer, and it’s a class you have to take, of which the title mentions nothing about Chaucer.
All the while, I’m fairly sure that I’m constantly surrounded by an average of at least 10 people, and that they all frequent visceral cultural bulwarks. It’s my objective to respect them. All in all, it looks like we just fight, in a building standing new riven with blood but no ghosts.