College

Owens never understood why these schools wanted him to speak so badly. It is true that he was famously wealthy, of course, but to speak in front of hundreds of college students seemed the opposite of appealing to him. However, there he was, getting an introduction from who he assumed was the Dean of the College. There was applause and for about the thousandth time in his life, Owens rose from his chair and walked to the podium to speak. He took notice that the podium was relatively new, with only a single scratch on the side. As he began talking, Owens found his fingers rubbing over the scratch. The texture strangely appealed to him, and kept his mind on the topic at hand rather than digressing like he usually does. He noticed one of the college students sporting an environmental T-shirt and almost commented on it, but stopped himself. He was always a big fan of environmentalists and he found it ironic since he owned a fish company. That’s why he installed so many policies, though, to keep endangered species and dolphins out of the nets. As he finished speaking, he gave the scratch a final rub before walking off and returning to his seat. Owens hoped his assistant hadn't forgotten the carabineers to give out. The assembly ended, and the room emptied. Owens took his leave eager to return home and relax. Perhaps he'll start reading a new book, and made plans to stop by Walden's Books.