The halo mixer was quite fun last night. My thanks to Durnan for hosting our group. One member asked if he was in the right room, and it made me think of a funny, in retrospect, account I had in college.

I was a political science major. One semester, a class I was signed up for was in a building I wasn't familiar with.

The professor walked in and I didn't recognize him. He then asked the class how our projects were going. Projects?

I had inadvertently sat in a second level business course.

Fortunately, I sat on the left side of the room. Unfortunately, the class was an hour and fifteen minutes long,

For seventy-five minutes, I sat there and listened to one student after the other describe the project they had been working on for months. Slowly the explanations snaked around the room, inching closer to me.

I counted off the number of students and tried to calculate when the spotlight would be on me.

Fifteen minutes, five students left.

Ten minutes, three students left.

Five minutes, one student left.

Then as I was about to speak, the professor said we would get to the rest of us next class.

Whew.

I think now I would just explain I was in the wrong class and have a big laugh, but it's different when you're younger.

Lastly,

When I was a child, I remember visting a house with my mom. She was stopping in to visit family friends, and perhaps buy fresh produce from them. I don't know. What I do remember is the way the house looked bathed in the afternoon sun. It's odd the memories you keep as a child, but this now dull, yellowish house had its captivating moment. You can just see the edge I saw many years ago.