i enter the small basement classroom where a few people have already taken the middle desks and wait for the rest of the class to show up. the rest of the class ends up being only a few more guys. the skinny professor with grey hair, big glasses, and a small, slightly creepy smile enters the room and takes his time looking us all in the eye for a few seconds while some of us shift uncomfortably in our chairs. he speaks slowly and softly, rarely losing that small smile that is more condescending than welcoming. he begins talking about the philosophy of art and i feel at least a little bit at ease knowing i’m in the right classroom. the skinny philosophy major couple exchange knowing glances; they’ve had this professor countless times before. the nerdy tall guy in front of me sips some kind of brown liquid out of a small honey jar with a $4 sticker on the cap. i examine his hair; it looks like he once had a mohawk but now it’s starting to grow out unevenly. a scary looking kid with a scar across the side of his head sits front and center and perks up when the professor mentions neitzsche. i avoid looking in the corner of the room where a kid whom i’ve heard pleasuring his girlfriend far too many times to count sits. he avoids looking at me too. a sophomore girl i’ve had previous philosophy classes with sits smiling excitedly and nodding at the prof, which is pretty much her favorite activity. i stare at a guy with long wavy hair in the opposite corner of the room and notice we’re drinking the same brand of tea. i turn my gaze back to the professor after i realize he has asked us no less than three times in in one minute if we have any questions. but i know what he does with questions so i keep my mouth shut. the male half of the philosophy major couple takes the bait and speaks symbolic logic jargon. the professor loves this but, as always, questions the question and turns it into a ten minute banter that i don’t pay attention to. somehow we go from discussing the main topics of the class (philosophy, art) to doing some kind of math equation with variables and asterisks and an equal sign – but no solution. typical. eventually he closes the class and i finally ask him a question: “what’s the homework?”
i wonder what everyone was thinking about the girl sitting in the back watching them.