These days I’m remembering how much I loved the “college experience.” I loved it so much that sometimes I pursued it instead of other important things like…oh, I don’t know…going to class and submitting assignments on time…things like that. Now before you start judging, please keep in mind that I didn’t neglect “learning,” per se. I spent many an hour squirreled away among the stacks in the library, hanging out with my fraternity brothers, etc., etc.
And that brings me to the current state of affairs back in the Ivory Tower again.
Long story…
Yesterday I went to work and knocked out a couple of projects in my office. Then I changed clothes and went and did a funeral. I left my computer and my “office casual clothes” at the office, planning to pick them up on the way home.
I retrieved my stuff and got on the elevator to leave, still dressed in my suit pants, tie, white shirt, and cap-toe Oxfords. A kid, apparently a brand-new, wide-eyed, naive freshman was already inside. (Side note: I recognize that species from personal experience).
“How’s school,” I asked. (Next side note: I’ve asked that question countless times since the beginning of school, and I’ve been pleasantly surprised by the interactions as a result. Another post for another time though).
“How’s school?”
Kid: “It’s been great so far. I’m on my way to fencing now!”
Me: “Fencing? You mean the thing with swords or the thing that keeps cattle in the pasture?”
Kid (hearty laugh): “That’s a good one! But this is the one with the swords.”
Me: “So is this a PE class or something?”
Kid: “Oh, no. It’s a club!”
We passed a few more pleasantries while the elevator made its way down. I started to exit, and the kid says, “What do you teach?”
Me: “Oh, I’m just lowly part-time library staff.”
Kid: “Oh, really? Well you look like a professor.”
Me: “Thanks. I think. Have fun at fencing.”
Kid: “I think I will! Thanks!”
Ooh! Ooh! Two posts…in the same month! And on the same day!
