![]() ![]() ![]() Is fine, yeah / But whenever Monday comes, To a mere ditty behind her: Every other day,Įvery other day / Every other day of the week Sky as if it had been pasted on blue posterīoard. Her, making the Tower look as flat against the The carved pillars of the Main Building before It whitewashed the massive stone arches and On the plaza, the sunlight was unnerving. Plaza as a boy carrying a transistor radio, blaringĪlong with the Mamas and the Papas as sheĬlimbed the steps -can’t trust that day / Mounted the steps to the upper part of the Squinting even before she left the shade of the Outside, belligerent grackles greeted her Was torre and pictured the map of CentralĪmerica, with tiny El Salvador pressed up Recalled that the Spanish word for “tower” Notes overlaying the clop of her sandals. To noon when she walked back down the hallĪnd down the flights of stairs, the melodious Past the doorways, she saw envious glancesįrom students still captive in classrooms. Classes were still in session.ĭoors had been left open to ensnare improbableĭrafts of air. The last to exit and tried to walk quietly to the “I’ll comeīack tonight,” she told the professor. “No, I think I’ll go,” she told the girl and The back of her skirt to see if blood had shown She rose and, turning as if to glanceĬasually out the window, wiped a hand across Sitting back down indecisively, she notedĭampness between her legs, the tacky feeling “Are you going?” the girl seated behind her asked. Had managed to make a perfect grade pointĪverage her freshman year and wasn’t about Only Monday she had the rest of the week to She should stay, butįifteen minutes would hardly be enough to address her confusion about imaginary numbers. There is nothing left to add, but when there isįor the rest of her life. Mind that you achieve perfection not when “ ‘Go forth with great numbers to solve the His voice over the noise of their departure. Quotations as they filed out of the room, lifting Spoke his daily benediction of mathematical Most of the students were already closing And I’llīe in my office from seven to eight tonight if For those who don’t, we’ll takeįifteen minutes and go over it again. It a day at this point-for those of you who More years before she could apply to the PeaceĬorps. If she took classes every summer, as she wasĭoing now, she would still have two or three She had heard there were herds of llamas inīolivia, and maybe she could see them. They didn’t teach you anything about El Salvador On her desk, drooping a pencil over the uglyĬonstruction of lines and numbers she hadĬopied into her notebook from the drawing “Raise your hand if you follow.” Half the Inconsequential actions that she would recall “Does anybody follow? Marvin?”Īnd hesitated, one of those small, seemingly Peace Corps, and she wasn’t about to miss theĬhance to hear about José Napoléon Duarte Who intended to go to El Salvador with the She had agreed to a blind date withĪn upperclassman in the International Club The plaza to the Rexall on the Drag and buyĪnother box of tampons and a bottle of MidolĪnd have a Coke and a sandwich at the sodaįountain. When class was over, she would walk across There, on the same day she had argued with herįather about the Peace Corps. Had been home to visit her parents in Lockhartīuying a box of tampons at the grocery store Stomach might be caused by her period about Shelly began to think the cramping in her Of number line, one that is perpendicular. They include both rational and irrational “So we’veīeen looking at the real numbers up to now,” The professor turned to the class and repeatedĪny appearance of understanding. Rising nearly thirty stories, imposed itself ![]() With its pillars and terraces and the Tower Grackles, the massive stone Main Building, Moss and summer foliage and large flocks of Far away at the oppositeĮnd, beyond the branches burdened with ball The mall, a gaudy fountain of bronze horsemenĪ shower of sunlight. Shelly could see out over the trees and walkways Slightly cooled rattling insufficiently from That’s two times two is four-times i times i, Onto the board, a ring of sweat under hisĪrm, “is two i. Root of minus four,” he said, slashing the numbers Too long for his squattish body and was marking Professor had the face of a cherub and arms Relevant to her life than fairies from her childhood Shelly stared at the graph of imaginary numbers on the chalkboard, confoundingįigures represented by the letter i and less It is an August morning in 1966, and life will never be the same. In this excerpt, a young student named Shelly Maddox is walking across the Forty Acres after class. ![]() Elizabeth Crook's new novel Monday, Monday begins on the darkest day in UT's history. ![]()
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