I was crossing our main arcade a
few minutes ago and happened to look up towards the office. Hidden behind the
tallest stack of books I’ve ever seen was the smallest Freshman I’ve ever seen,
inching his way down the hall. John Sisk, Custodian Extraordinaire, came out of
a side hallway on his way to his next task that you or I would be loath to do but
that he does regularly.
Without a beat, John shouted
towards the well-hidden over-burdened boy, “You headed to 900?” The boy uttered
what can only be described as a book-muffled “Yeah” as John approached him. By
this time I was across the arcade and the pair were hidden from my view, but I
stopped and waited. Not fifteen seconds later John and said boy passed by,
walking side-by-side, sharing the oppressive load of academia that was
previously the lone boy’s burden.
Thank you, John, for reminding me what it’s all about.
