Waiting outside the class roo, our eyes met briefly
Then they shifts to our respective feet
We've been sitting in the same class on and off now for 8 weeks
He speaks first, referring to the room change for the class
"Hope we have the right room"
"Yeah, I think we do, there are some other guys"
I indicated other people from the class sitting behind the escalators.
"I'm about to do a talk on Marx..." He started vaguely.
"Yeah, it was a good reading."
"Yeah, I enjoyed it."
The noise of the people coming down the hall coloured the silence.
"You don't come to this class very often"
"No,"
(He had a very enthusiastic way of speaking: He was animated, good humour but he almost spat out his words)
"This have been a bit crazy this semester."
His voice then dropped and I missed the first few words of his next sentence.
"...died, then my girlfriend left to go overseas for four months, and then I lost my job, I might get to do the readings but I can't get to the classes."
I smiled because I didn't know what else to do.
"Yeah, I understand."
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