there is a man in my astronomy class who always sits in the front row, off a bit to the left side. he is probably about eighty years old and presumably a member of the school of general studies, all white hair and pink cheeks and wrinkles, especially around his eyes. he wears a little tweed cap with flaps that secure on top, and he sits with a friend, another older man, with round, dark-rimmed glasses.
he is very attentive.
he takes notes in a small hardcover book, light purple, with horses galloping across its cover and “JOURNAL” printed at the bottom.
