Here's a short poem written in the spiral-bound margin of my Anthropology notebook.  It describes my professor, Marshall J. Becker, a self-professed brilliant University of Pennsylvania alumnus, forced for reasons of economics to teach "worms" at a "state college."  At the end of the semester, I carried, pushed, pulled, and heaved-** his gigantic oak desk up a spiral staircase to the peak of the Old Library at then-West Chester State College on a sultry day just before finals, quite alone, by the way.  Becker was off to a sabbatical, and I was off to find some aspirin.  Thusly, this "worm" was awarded an "A" in his class--the only one!