I made an interesting discovery in my least-favourite class this evening.
We were actually having a really great session. There was a panel of people involved in various aspects of prison arts/drama programs for rehabilitation. It was fascinating to listen to people speak passionately on such an interesting subject, and one of the panelists was a former inmate who had spent 25 years (half his life!) in a maximum security facility and had participated in the program as part of his rehabilitation--his "change" as he called it. He was a captivating speaker and what he said was incredibly moving...
The interesting revelation, however, was in regards to my professor. Once the panel was opened up to questions, one question was directed towards him (as he is also actively involved in the program). I heard about 2 sentences of what he said and then my eyes glazed over and I drifted off into a fairly involved fantasy about Maybe Crush (who happened to be sitting right next to me at the time). When he had finished speaking, it took several minutes for me to snap back into reality and re-engage with what the other panelists were saying.
And there you have it. The man is brilliant and has done wonderful things--but his voice puts me to sleep.
Perhaps it would be wise to keep him off my schedule next semester.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Pavlovian Response
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4 comments:
hahaha. you remind me of me in class. i swear i'm interested...but i cant stay awake! :P
Oh dear!!!
I hate that feeling of weird guilt you get in those moments that you realize you have drifted away, regardless of what the person is saying.
Hehe. I had a lecturer in an extremely interesting class, whose veins on her neck would stick out sharply when she spoke.
I couldn't look at her (I mean, ewww!) and if I'm not looking at someone, I can't concentrate on what they're saying.
I was very happy when that class ended. ;)
Oh. my. god. Welcome to half my classes in first year of law school. It totally sucked too, because I really DID want to hear what they were saying. My friends even teased me. Luckily it got better in my second and third year.
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