k but my philosophy prof though

he is... he's just so eccentric. (btw i've given up on the shift key, excepting brackets).

he shows up to class on time, like all my other profs, but he only ever brings a little clipboard. at the start of every class he pulls out this watch face- it's brown with gold on the edges where the wrist band is supposed to go- and sets it down on the desk, looking at it to confirm the time. he sets up his notes, and begins.

his voice is all quiet and fidgety at first- he sounds nervous and unsure of himself. he gets a bit louder as class goes on, but he still stumbles over words and sentences, talking in a voice that is loud enough to hear at the front and hopefully at the back. he's constantly doing things with his hands- folding them together, stroking his moustache and that weird little soul-patch thing under his lip as he considers what we're saying. every time one of us gets off track, he reels it back in, trying to smile and make it an agreeable thing. his glasses are very round, like he's from the 60s. all in all, he looks like a combination of a monk and a pirate and the entirety of the middle ages. that's the best way i can think of to describe him. if you think of what a philosophy prof ought to look and act like, he fits the bill. he is a quintessential philosophy prof.

today at the end of class, he said we were done and we'd go on tomorrow- i looked down for one second to close my clipboard after tucking my pens in the crease. when i look back up, he's gone- no sign that he was even there in the first place aside from the fact that he left the projector on, evidently too nervous about teaching the class to remember to turn it off.

i walked a specific path once i left the building where my class was. i had been walking maybe two minutes when i came upon him later on the path, smoking a cigarette in a jacket i didn't see him bring in. the only thing i could think was, how the hell did he get here so fast? he left a minute before i did and walked the same path. it didn't make any sense.


tonight in english, we listened to a story from a book i can't seem to remember the name of, something about maladies... i really enjoyed the story, i think it was called "A Temporary Affliction" and even though it sort of got your hopes up and then brutally crushed them, it was really good. i found i liked listening to it, getting lost in the story and the words and putting myself in the shoes of the characters, and it just really made me feel like writing, and then today i was so confused by my philosophy prof and his odd behaviour (he's a good prof, don't get me wrong, but i was just flummoxed that he darted out so quickly and he seems incredibly nervous all the time and he just looks like such a philosophy prof, which is odd) so i decided to write about it.
i'm glad i took philosophy, though. from what i hear psychology is another huge lecture class, and lucy's in economics and it just looks so horrible. i am determined to avoid economics and physics at all costs (i mean, aside from astrophysics... because i already signed up for that and i'm now really worried about it) because those are just not my thing and i am not interested in either of them.

anyway, i should get to bed- it's been a long, exhausting, stressful day. tomorrow will be better, i hope.

yer pal,
swegan :S