Today at about 11 am, I sat in my Folklore class to discuss humanity (in a general sense).
As my professor began to make a very important point, the pen she held flew right out of her hand and landed on the floor in front of her. She looked at her hand and looked at the floor. We all chortled a bit, because, you know, humans do funny things sometimes.
A boy sitting in the front row laughed the loudest though, and decided to throw his pen on the ground for good measure. (Was it for good measure? Was it to make the professor feel better? Did the professor feel embarrassed in the first place? Where did we come from? Why are we here?)
So the professor and the boy leaned down at the same time and picked up their thrown pens.
While this was mostly just a strange event, it lead me to ponder on the way humans might throw their pen in the ring, if you will. Because here we are, on the brink of the first Helicon West this Fall semester, and I thought, wouldn’t it be great if we all threw our pens in the ring? If we all came and listened and laughed and learned together?
Tomorrow at 7, at the Bluebird Cafe.
Great, I’ll see you there! *Throws pen on the ground.*