I had never read John Steinbeck's The Red Pony, so I thought I would. It's short, and Steinbeck is quick reading, so I picked up a cheap used copy and read it.
It wasn't until near the end that I realized I had read it. One nice thing about being a professor is that you're allowed to be absent-minded.
Oh, good news! I killed no freshmen today, though I may have maimed a sophomore.