Honors101: Epic Poem

Premonitions: Walking to class the university is a sight to behold. ocean blue skies, a gentle breeze, picturesque weather hyping up the masses for college football. Simultaneously, underneath the image of the beautiful weather, I felt a hint of dread in the days to come. It was as if an ethereal being, my own Ghost of Christman Yet to Come, was speaking to me, telling me of the impending heartbreak that was set to occur on Saturday. The day of the game, I reclined at the Lake House, awaiting my good friend Robert. As I sat on the lodge's rear porch, gazing across the lake, I recieved the text message heard round the state. Ole Miss had suffered a defeat to the expected loser, Jacksonville State. Despite my insuing anger surrounding the loss, the supernaturalist part of me is satisfied enough with being right.