I have a long-term student who I used to help with a college writing class. In every paper – these were short story analyses – she would say something like, “The author take us on a journey in the day of the life of…” I used to giggle at this because even a confrontation at the neighborhood park would be a “journey.” So now, everything I hear or see the word “journey,” I think of her and her papers and giggle to myself.

And before, when I heard the word “journey,” I thought of “Don’t Stop Believing.” At least now I won’t have to worry about having the sudden urge to sing at random.