i’m sitting in mary’s science fiction class at the u of t as i type this.
she’s slightly angry that i keep raising my hand and i’ve only answered two questions (although my hand has been up for pretty much all of them). the professor spent three minutes trying to get my name.
i’m that kid who never shuts up and i don’t even go to this school.
my ‘classmates’ are all very quiet (silence seems to be a sign of maturity) and none of them have made an impression on me.
but it’s okay. i’m having fun while i’m here since i’m never going to be in this class again.
well…at least until my actual school year ends.
i’ll take part in the post-june portion of the course. maybe i’ll even join her for her course on ‘literature of our time.’
it’ll be like i’m already in university; a little taste to make me hungry for the meal.
maybe it’ll motivate me?