It was Monday, 3 P.M. The administration’s first day back from the holiday vacation. Walking through the empty studio, Esther heard the hard pounding of wind against the window. She turned around and to her surprise there it was. . . .
The shadowy outline of a figure with mortar board hat — the specter of MFA Design, the ghost of graduations past, present and future casting its ominous frame over a sleeping studio that next week, as the Winter/Spring semester commences, will awaken with second year students replete with increased inspiration dashing at breakneck speed to the finish line.