The first time I saw the Arch was when I was taken back to the airport after my campus visit by a kind future colleague. Of course, neither he nor I knew we were bound to become colleagues.
I was convinced that the campus visit had been a disaster, so I viewed the Arch with resentment. At that point, it symbolized failure to me.
It turned out that I did get the job, though, and now I’m quite addicted to the Arch.
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