DATE UNKNOWN – JULY 2007 ENG101

Yep, another entry from a notebook – I didn’t date this one. I believe it to be either July 9, or 16…
So, I am sitting in the classroom and am only one of two persons present at this time. Three other students have stopped in and dropped off their texts and notebooks.
I sit in the rear of the classroom, beside a window. Well, a wall of windows, really. A glass wall I suppose you could say. A beautiful view looking down at the grounds. The lawn is beautiful and green, striped as well. I wonder how difficult it is for the landscapers to mow that lawn and keep an evenly striped pattern with so many trees out there. I can count twenty-plus trees through the view of this one pane of glass. I wonder how many trees lie on the entire campus grounds.
Another student has entered.
Now I am the only one present in the room. Wait–spoke too soon. One of the book’s owners has arrived. He seems to be an interesting fellow. I had to contain my laughter last week, when he questioned something that I thought was common knowledge. I believe the topic had been on “emo.” He had no clue what “emo” was, and was astounded when he heard of the dress and mannerisms of an “emo” person.
I’ll tell you one thing – there are a wide variety of personalities here.
It’s 5:45p.m. Fifteen minutes until class begins.
One student is hoping we get dismissed early.
I have yet to stay past nine o’clock in any of my classes.
That student and another are speculating what our evening will be like.
Nine of us now. Nine minutes to do to the six o’clock hour.
I have no real idea as to what I am doing at this moment.
Ah, one student brought their notebook PC. I wish mine wasn’t in pawn. I’d be bringing it to class as well. Oh well, when the quarter is nearly over, I shall have it again.
Six minutes now. Everyone looks so enthusiastic. Sarcasm. Such a wonderful thing. I really need to sit down and set out a plan when it comes to my notebooks and other materials for class.
Four minutes now.
Men are outside with leaf blowers, clearing the walks of grass clippings.
Two minutes.
Still nine students. No instructor.
I hate this notebook. Well, I have a strong disliking for it. Spiral-bound and no perforations.
Ah, the teacher has arrived, with thirty seconds to spare. She’s asked if anyone read an article that was handed out last week. Everyone shakes his/her head. I read it last week…