A man walks into a dingy classroom filled with yellow and green chairs, a brown satchel hanging across his chest. He smiles at the students, who have been comfortably chatting with each other about school and life, before putting his bag down and switching on his computer to do attendance. The man checks the room one more time, making sure he didn’t miss anyone, before saying, “okay”. The students quiet down, and the professor takes a seat in a chair, closing the circle that the class sits in to discuss. He clasps his hands together and leans over the desk. “So,” he asks, “What do we think?”.
Walking into my critical thinking and writing class, I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect, I mean, the class is called Food Porn for crying out loud – what even is that? I probably thought the class was going to be about gourmet food, or something dumb like that. I was so focused on this name, Food Porn, that I didn’t think about the class title itself, critical thinking and writing. Continue reading “So,” He Asks Us // Allie Hogan