Day 22

Today I met my film teacher, a petite man with gray hair probably aged somewhere in his mid-50s.  He walked in with an urgency to begin class and hurried hands attempted to set up the laptop for our first viewing.  At first I didn't know if I would like him after he addressed us as "children," however his enthusiasm was undeniable and I had to appreciate it.  His stuttering voice suggested that he was too excited to even have the words catch up with him and he spoke about every part of the class in haste detail.  Unfortunately, we didn't even see our first film.  He sighed and rolled his eyes as the fire alarm went off and we were all escorted out of the building which was closed for the rest of the day.  I would enjoy any class that has a passionate instructor and this will be no exception.  I only hope a kitchen fire won't interrupt the class again, although free pizza in the street did make up for it.