The Wistful Campus
Act I "Sign it, Thị Tuan. Or I burn your tenure." The ink on the resignation form was still wet, glistening under the harsh fluorescent strip above the Dean’s desk. I did not sign. I placed the pen down, the click of the cap echoing in the sterile air of the administrative office, and watched the smell of ozone and old paper rise from the ventilation grate. The Dean, a man whose title carried...
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