Here I am. Well, here I was. You can sort of make out my backpack in the front row on the far left.
You can also make out the “head” spots along the back wall of this classroom. Firenze has it’s flood markers all over the city. This school has “head” spots to mark when students – not in the least interested in the topic being taught – leave their marks.
I sit in the front row. I like sitting in the front row because it keeps me focused and engaged. I don’t have hands and arms and shoulders and hair in my line of sight. Just my notes and my professors. I like it this way.
This particular classroom fills up quickly. There are 65 students in this class. Those wishing to add are still attending and putting their names on a sheet of paper. The hope rests on the ability of the professor to bore enough students. If and when this happens the student will then drop the course and by dropping the course they have made a desk available for the students that want to be in this class or need to be in this class.
I’m the old guy that sits in front. I’m sure that’s what the kids behind me say/think. It doesn’t matter. Here is a quick sampling of the reminders:
“Who is Darth Vader?”
“How old are you?”
I am also older than 3 of my professors. (If anyone is keeping track I have 6 professors).
I have to fight the urge of raising my hand everytime the professors ask a question. It felts like I was a contestant on a game-show. First to raise their hand and answer correctly wins $25. I had to stop.
It is also weird and strange. The information being presented, for the most part, is or should be NEW information. The information being passed along is anything but new, to me. I almost feel as though I lived when Pythagoras was scheming or when Magellan was killed before actually circumnavigating the earth.
I feel like a contemporary of those being discussed. That feeling strikes when you hear someone, from the back of the room, exclaim that they are having their 18th birthday this Saturday and that everyone is invited.
Pfft. I can’t make it to that party.
I’ve got homework.