Fourteen days left

That about says it all. Where did the year go? I still have two more themes I'd love to get in with my College Composition course - in addition to their 8-12 page research paper, but there just isn't time. This is what happens when you're random abstract. Okay, maybe it isn't. I could keep them writing until Rapture.

One of the most ridiculous things about the end of school here is that for some asinine reason, we graduate our seniors one week (well, four days) ahead of everyone else. What kind of sense does that make?

Zero. But don't ask me why we do it.

It's not so bad for me. I have one class of 25 seniors - and one junior. He asked me the other day, "Do I really have to show up?"

As I pictured Michael and I sitting in class four four days all by ourselves, I couldn't help but recall a time during my first year at BSU. I signed up for a "Renaissance and Later Middle Ages" class. In all, there were about seven of us and we met in a glorified closet up on third floor of Hagg-Sauer at two in the afternoon.

Our proffesor, Dr. Thomidas, decided that since there were so few of us and if our schedules allowed it, we'd just meet three times a week (Monday - Wed - Friday) instead of four times. None of us had any complaints.

That was until a Friday rolled around late in the quarter. I showed up and took a seat. I really didn't think anything of being the first one to class. However, as the minutes passed, I began to worry. What if the six others decided to skip or head home early?

To my horror, that was exactly what everyone else had done. Just as I had packed my books back into my bag and was about to get up and hit the road, Dr. Thomidas walked in.

I figured he'd laugh and dismiss class. Even if he didn't, we'd at least have an informal class and I'd really get to learn more about him and the class.

Nope.

Old Thomidas just took out his ancient yellow colored notes (they looked like they had been written on Papyrus) and began lecturing right where he had left off on Wednesday. That's right. It didn't matter that I was his sole student. He was lecturing as if we were in the large lecture hall down on first floor.

And what did I do for the next 50 minutes? Take notes as fast as I could. Oh yeah, I made a solemn vow too to make sure that there was at least one other student seated in the room before I entered it. Otherwise, I was heading back to my dorm.

I snapped back to the present and looked at my lone junior and replied, "What do you think?" He got a little grin - who wouldn't at an extra four days off - and I get a chance to get some correcting done.