Somewhere in my second year of college I had one of the busiest and wildest weekends of them all, but this story is not about that weekend. This story is about the Monday after.
Around ten o’clock we had our first class of the day. Twenty students were waiting to enter the enormous classroom that could contain about 250 people at once, but on this dull Monday morning the hall was nearly empty and when everyone had taken their seats, scattered across the 250 places, silence. Nothing but the professor who dimmed the lights to make his slides appear and footsteps from the right. Some guy, whose name I still don’t know, came across the aisle and took his place beside me. We sat at the back of the class, we could see everyone getting comfortable in the little light we had and we both took out our notebook, looked at each other and then turned our attention to the front.