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The door opened and our professor, a thin grey lurch with long strides, walked into the room and up to the podium. He placed some papers on the podium and began his lecture. His self-conscious mannerisms were omnipresent, making it difficult to determine whether he was oblivious to the fact that we had just completed our final and were anxious to leave his class forever or if he was all too aware of the fact. I stopped reading, put down my book, and leaned back in my chair with my arms crossed.
I don't recall most of what he said, as he was speaking to the paper, and was difficult to hear. I was on the opposite end of the room from him, with James Joyce's Dubliners between us. I looked about the room at the people in my class. Their postures indicated decided indifference to what our professor was saying.
"...the past few months have been very eventful, some would say that more has happened in the past few months than has happened in the previous five years...but what it really amounts to is the culmination of events several years in the making..."
I leaned forward over the table, straining to hear what he was saying and staring at him intently as if it would sharpen my hearing. He looked up at me and for a moment he appeared shocked. I averted my gaze, thinking that my staring must have made him think that I was wondering how he had the nerve to subject us to a lecture after the class was for all intents and purposes over. I did wonder how he had such nerve, but I had no intention of letting him know that. Instead, I would just sit there and wait until he was done, then quietly depart.
His rambling finally finished, and he received a tepid round of applause from the conscious students. I picked up Dubliners, put on my coat and left.
I don't recall most of what he said, as he was speaking to the paper, and was difficult to hear. I was on the opposite end of the room from him, with James Joyce's Dubliners between us. I looked about the room at the people in my class. Their postures indicated decided indifference to what our professor was saying.
"...the past few months have been very eventful, some would say that more has happened in the past few months than has happened in the previous five years...but what it really amounts to is the culmination of events several years in the making..."
I leaned forward over the table, straining to hear what he was saying and staring at him intently as if it would sharpen my hearing. He looked up at me and for a moment he appeared shocked. I averted my gaze, thinking that my staring must have made him think that I was wondering how he had the nerve to subject us to a lecture after the class was for all intents and purposes over. I did wonder how he had such nerve, but I had no intention of letting him know that. Instead, I would just sit there and wait until he was done, then quietly depart.
His rambling finally finished, and he received a tepid round of applause from the conscious students. I picked up Dubliners, put on my coat and left.