It is funny how I have become assimilated into college culture. My peer group is now between the age of 17 and 22. Once you get used to being in a group, new additions to that group stick out like sore thumbs. So it is with the incoming freshman class. I find this fascinating.
Identity is a fleeting concept.
The professor for this class is a rambling mass of knowledge with no cohesive outlet. Being locked up in academia for forty years can make one weird to say the least. He is giving four tests, and attendance counts for a fifth test. He says he covers things that are not in the book that will be on tests, so it is like a double penalty for missing class. I have no problem there.