There’s an eye opener, and no mistake …
Taking a study/lunch break outside what is euphemistically called the “food court” at this college. I spent the morning studying; I’ve a strong suspicion that I’ve got competition in this class that I hadn’t anticipated.
While it would be a lie to deny that my presence in the class doesn’t raise the group’s average age, it probably doesn’t increase the average by too many years. I was expecting my class to be filled with mostly bright shiny young faces, but that is so far from the truth as to be embarrassing. Yes, there are a few of the under twenty-five set there, but there’s also a few retiree or near-retiree types as well.
As for the pharmacist teaching the course … I’m still working out his age. He mentioned that he graduated from pharmacy school in 1954 (though an on-line bio I found on him says 1955). It takes 6 years to get through pharmacy school (even back then), and you need a high school degree to get in, so my guess is that he’s got be right around the 80 years-old mark. He’s still sharp witted, but the pace of the class is so slow as to be snooze-worthy. It was the first class though, so I’ve hopes that it will pick up a bit tonight.
Regardless, this class is going to require some real work to excel at. We shall see.
Wow. A teacher who graduated before I was born. I like him on principle.
I hope the course goes well.
Well, he’s either going to be a plethora of information or he’s going to be a boring old fart tottering the line to dementia. Either way might be amusing.