I was Theo today was the first day of freshmens
I was told the freshmen this were here were entitled.
But
They didn't mention they'd arrive in a black Mustang like it was a crown.
I watched from the faculty building's second-floor window, coffee cooling in my hand, as she stepped out like she wasn't stepping onto campus — she was stepping on it.
The girl was all angles and arrogance. Designer sunglasses. Barely-there patience. An entourage of stares trailing her like perfume.
I knew her type.
Heard their names whispered in courtrooms and case studies.
They didn't follow rules — they rewrote them with gold ink and their fathers' last names.
But I wasn't hired to flatter legacies.
I was hired to teach.
And I wasn't afraid of the girl in the Mustang.
Because storms don't fear sparks.
They extinguish them.