In August, 1985, I began my first semester of studies at the University of Central Florida. I had earned credit for English Comp 101 as a result of Mrs. Alice Wright‘s wonderful AP English class that was the highlight of my senior year of high school, so that first semester, I set my sites on Comp II. Awaiting me and many others there in a packed classroom on the UCF campus was Mr. Ronald Vierling. Over the arduous weeks that followed, he became my arch-nemesis, the chief disruptor of my life, and a frustrating symbol of many precarious aspects of…