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In the summer of 1996, having graduated from college, I took a summer job for the Bridge Program which gave incoming engineering freshmen a taste of what was to come in the freshman courses. After the summer, the program director, Teresa, kept me on board for the new school year where two nights a week I would tutor engineering students and on weekends I would instruct middle school students in pre-engineering classes. 

In the spring of 1997 I applied for the summer Bridge Program but did not hear back for a while. I finally decided to go and ask in person. The secretary told me that the positions had already been filled. She asked if I wanted to talk to Teresa about it but I declined. As I walked away I thought to myself she probably would have rather given the position to current college students. But then again that did not prevent her from hiring me the summer before or throughout the year. I had recently bought the Neurotic Outsiders' debut (and only) self titled album with its opening track being the song "Nasty Ho". The song began playing in my head as I walked towards my car and I realized it was a perfect title for Teresa. I began referring to her as such.


 

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