Just Your Average 68-Year-Old College Freshman

Exquisite creatures of all colors and shapes prance about. Snap your fingers, rainbows appear. Fruits are low-hanging. Constipation has been eradicated. This is a new and wondrous place.

Our professor, who signs emails with her first name, asked us to pull our chair-desks into a circle—so each of us can share opinions, they are all equally important. We’re going to talk and discuss and debate and then interview each other. We’ll read body language as well as textbooks.

All of my earlier schooling happened before everything changed. I have no idea what to expect. This is exciting. This is why I’m here.