Today was the first day of class for me in 14 years or so. Here are my musings from day 1:
There's a girl & two guys sitting behind me, young of course talking about a Jay-Z concert. Yes, I've heard of this rapper, never listened to him though. Flashbacks of my early years at my alma mater flood me.
I think, was I really like them. Was I really so like them.
This classroom is different than the mansion. I miss the mansion. I'm used to seeing it. This building is different, therefore the feel is also. I should expect things to have changed, after all I have.
The professor from that many years ago is teaching this class. Then, her hair was jet black now, a carroty red. She moves more gingerly than I remember, but I see her excitement for this new group. I wonder if she recognizes me, I don't know. She sits on a table, rocks on her left hip to cross her legs, then she speaks.
Her speak reminds me of Audry Hepburn. A very rhymatic pattern. Almost hynotic. It lifts and lowers and is a little raspy. The professor in her own words is "A natural born rebel." But the beat of her speak betrayed her even before her words could.
She looks at me quite often, as if trying to place a name to a long ago face. She tried, but I allowed her to struggle a bit. She first thought I was just as young as the kids in the class, but she saw my name on the role and then she remembered me.
This was day 1. I think I will like this class on Philosophy. I can hardly wait to see what the next class will be like.
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