hink.”

“Oh hell no. Sure as hell not what I’m meant to be. I think I would tear my hair out dealing with all the academiobbery on a daily basis. That’s why I prefer field work like this, even as stressful as it be sometimes.”

“Andrew.”

“Hey, so…you’re a biologist tht?”

“Sure. I’m Gee. What’s your name?”

“Well, that’s fine,” I responded. “Everyone has something they were put on this Earth to do. Whether yood at just ohing or at a million things or at nothing really, there’s something you were put here to be, and as long as you find that thing, it doesn’t matter what yood at or what you’re bad at anymore - just that yood at being who you were meant to be. So don’t worry about knowing what to say around other people; just be you. Just talk about you and people will reciprocate.”

I waited a couple seds for him to settle in and then I turo look over at him to start up a versation.

“Well, I think you would make a good professor if you wao be. I’d sure as hell pay attention. I’d be very motivated.”

We both laughed. He had a really cute laugh, and I couldn’t help notice the way his big queen-size mattress of an abdomen heaved up and down with each breath.

“Sure. 138 divided by 2”

I looked over and Sean, a botanist from UVA who was admittedly pretty big, had fallen asleep in his seat aed his head on, um….

…on Andrew’s book bag iher. I stood up and moved my stuff to let Ahrough.

“Thanks.”

“What? Why?”

“Ask me a math question. Something you think you could answer off the top of your head.”

And with that he gave me the most peculiar up-and-down look. It slipped under my scious notice at first, but, looking back, I feel the heat rush through my body that a more astute version of me would have felt then. We’d all been traveling by boat, truck, plane, and train for a full day and then some since we left our research post he Queen Maude Sound, and I was full

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“Oh! ok. That explains it. You see, before, you were just veiled in mystery to me.”

“Uh…no. I’m sorry I never introduced myself before.” He extended his hand for a handshake and I reciprocated. “Andrew Corrie. I’m an enviroal reporter for the Toronto Star.”

“Wow. Good speech. I feel legitimately inspired a little. Are you a professor?”

“Yeah. My fault entirely. I’m bad at makiion in general, but especially in circles where I don’t especially fit in. There’s a reason I stick to rep oher studying it.”

“Sure, no problem.”

“Not a damn clue; that’s why.”