I remember a time when I would text in class- pleased at how discreet I could be.
I remember a time when my classroom notes would be nothing more than a few words covered in a massive amount of strange looking pictures and scribbles.
I remember a time when I would sit in class wondering why the other students seemed to care about the discussion more than I did.
I remember being the quiet student sitting in the back of the room watching the clock moving ever so slowly.
I remember these times.
How do I remember them so well?
Because each one of them happened this week in my first graduate course.
Some things never change. :)
(And yes... yes I am writing this in class.)
