My sycophants like to tell me what a great leader I am. That’s their honest opinion and who am I to tell them otherwise? I like that brag that I’m a reader, and with my limited repertoire of books on leadership, somehow this qualifies me to be a great leader even though the evidence of my life proves that I am the definition of a terrible human being.
Did you know that I teach a class in leadership skills and the virtues of being a great leader? I know that is quite the stretch, but Jessup nonetheless feels that I am qualified to teach on the subject because I read the aforementioned books. I haven’t the faintest idea of what it takes to be a good leader. Nevertheless, I don’t tell the students required to take my class that I am faking it ‘till I make it. I am an utter fraud in this area, and just maybe, someday, I will strap on my man pants and become the man I pretend to be. Meanwhile, I feign to care for the apprentices trying to receive a passing grade.
Some of the students work for the university to make some extra money as student tour guides for gullible high school graduates who think that Jessup has something of value to offer. In order to maintain my image, I like to control what is spoken about me and the music program on preview day and other events. They lay it on too thick, but I don’t mind, because there’s a sucker born every minute.