Class is dead silent and staring at me like a group of zombies.
Me: Are you tired, or is it something I said?
Student: It's not personal. I just don't want to be here right now.
Me: If we can do anything to help you want to be here, let me know.
Student: I'll make a list and get back to you.
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There are, of course, the thoughts that one thinks as one descends the stairs. One set of them, in this case, include the following:
"And your assignment, O foolish student, is to list those thoughts."
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