Sitting in class, listening to others talk.
Remembering similar conversations in classes of yesteryear.
Realizing the same questions are being asked.
The same solutions are being proposed.
Leaning back in your chair, balancing yourself by pushing your knees up under the table.
Teetering weightlessly, losing your balance.
Falling backwards as Deja Vu hits you like a tidal wave.
All over again.
Looking out the window, listening to others talk.
Others whom you don't really know so well.
Wondering if your edge will give you straight A's.
Suspecting it won't.
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I didn't so much mind repeating the conversations, because then you can try and squeeze in some additional questions that maybe you never got around to the first time. I did, however, find it to be frustrating when I would re-read a specific work or chapter that I loved the first time around, and then got to class only to find that none of the things that I found to make amazing conversation the firsttime around were even ebeing discussed the second time around. I guess I could have looked at that as making things new and interesting, but then I would have had to become and optimist. Yuck. (My cat bites my elbows when I type. Selfish feline.)
I'll have to agree with Aimless on this...I enjoy your blog and it will become part of my regular reading...
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