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I had my first day of class yesterday.  Again, not a big deal of a class, just a community education class.  But, it was a topic that I found kind of interesting and decided that I would like to take.

I arrived a few minutes early.  There was an elderly gentleman there.  It's a science class during the day and at night it's a classroom for community education.  When I walked in, I was greeted with, "you must be Ella".  Nope, that ain't me and I said pretty much that.  He then realized that I was me.

The elderly gentleman is the instructor.  He appears to be at least in his late 70's.  The very least.  He knows the subject matter and so far I am appreciating the information he is giving me.

His methods are a little dated.  Most people give speeches from power point now.  They put their presentations on power point.  This gentleman wants us to use note cards.  Put a little notes on it and not read it.  It's just a point to give us a prompt on what to speak about.  You take a peek at your notes and then you immediately put your hands down at your side, you never read a speech.  You walk around, but you don't pace.  You use hand gestures.  You enunciate.

Next week, we are to introduce ourselves.  We don't really have a time limit.  There are five people in the class.  We are to wear something special and tell an interesting fact about ourselves; nothing boring like how many kinds we have and what we do for a living.

This is going to be an interesting eight week venture.

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