I remember...

I remember a time when I would pass notes back and forth with my friends, sure that my teacher had no idea.

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.)