JAMES YAMASAKI
What goes on inside the tweedy brains of professors while they’re standing in front of a classroom? Every day they show up and puke knowledge all over the chalkboard or make you do annoying group work, and then they… what? Do they drink, smoke, eat, watch TV, and fuck like the rest of us? Or, when they’re finished teaching, do they just go home, unzip their people-suit, crawl into their coffins, and wait there sleeplessly until it’s time to teach you again? I taught composition, creative writing, and literature at the college level for six years and so I—zips up people-suit—am perfectly prepared to answer all of your questions…
