Friday a student came up to me after class, a kid I've never spoken to personally.
"Sensei," he said in a slightly hesitant manner, "do you know Woodstock?"
"Of course."
"Were you there?"
It took a couple of moments to recover.
"I was only 8 years old then."
"Oh," he said and smiled, "Sorry." I smiled, too.
He didn't say anything more before leaving the room.
More evidence that, at least in the eyes of students, I'm an old fart.
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Saturday, June 2, 2007
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