
But no.
The theologian would be speaking, it seemed, not in the new theater but in the bedroom of Rebel Girl's six-year-old son. The college had contacted her so she could be ready.
Wait a minute, Rebel Girl said.
"What?" the college replied. (In dreams, colleges can talk.)
"You can't do that," she complained. "My son's room has only one chair and besides, it's a mess. I mean, seriously. Littered with Legos since Christmas. It's really not the right venue. And parking in the canyon is terrible."
The college was adamant.
Another professor weighed in. "You can't hold the talk there," she pointed out in an email to the college president. "It's not even on campus. It's in the canyon."
The college refused to change its mind.
Rebel Girl, not knowing what else to do, started cleaning up her son's bedroom and prepared for the hordes to arrive.
The speaker arrived first.
The Reverend Jeremiah Wright.
And then, thankfully, Rebel Girl woke up.