It’s weird to ride the bus to class to the UMN.
Young men are next to me and I ask myself “have I waited these years to finish six upper level classes?”.
It’s strange to walk around campus with young people.
Night classes provides different experience, but there isn’t classes available for what I need.
It is and will be an experience to remember when I get to be 75 years old.
For now, I’m going to class to talk about what it is to talk for others.
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