It's been eons since I wrote anything here, but anyway. Here I am now!
Sooooo yeah.
If you must know I am now pursuing my 3rd year of my law degree in the abroad and it's been alright so far. I'm in the library and have a class in half an hour and am supposed to do something else at the moment, but this can't wait. Soo.... maybe it can, but I'm bursting to type this out.
I just returned from my Employment Law lecture that I normally would be able to pay full attention to, but today I was
Oh yes. This post is about a guy.
There he was right in front of me. All it took was one look and instantly, thoughts started whirling in my head. He had a look of maturity and wore glasses. He had on him a white knitted sweater and he was so engrossed and focused on the lecture. There was something about that intensity that was just so appealing.
You see, this guy is.........old. He had white hair and when I say glasses, I don't mean glasses that you would get from brands like Guess or Georgio Armani. It looked like he had them on for years. His face showed that he had a considerable number of years to his life and my guess is that he's even older than the lecturer herself.
I know it is common place to have matured students in universities, but truth to be told, I have never had one as a classmate, or maybe I just didn't notice them, until today where it was so clear to me that in my midst was someone that was old enough to be my father. While trying to learn about the different indicators of what makes a person an employee, I couldn't help but be distracted by thoughts of what would make someone of that age come to university to learn? I knew the textbook answers, but most matured students that I know of aren't as usually as old as him. Why? Why was he here? Was he an employer? Maybe a CEO of a company? I just didn't know and was so darn curious! Why was he lapping up every single word the lecturer was saying? It seemed like he was going to read every single case she sighted! I don't know why he was there, but what I know for sure that he saw value in an education, even at that age.
What awed me, and this might be pretty silly of me, was the fact that he was still so willing to learn at that age. Willing to learn from someone considerably younger then himself. He was writing so engrossedly and I thought it was just so fascinating. Fascinating enough for me to peel my attention away from the lecturer every now and then. I saw such hunger in him to learn, to soak it all in to its every last drop. To him, it was a privilege to learn and he didn't want to miss that. To him, he saw a good enough reason for being in a class where every single person was MUCH younger than him.
Maybe I'm just a silly little girl making a big deal out of such a typical sight, but to me, I saw, right there, in everything that I saw that pictured him and in what he was doing, such....character, in a sense. I saw such an appreciation for the lecture that I was missing out on by being distracted by him. It made me feel more blessed to be able to have the opportunity to learn and to have an education. He also taught me the beauty of being humble and say, "I don't know. Teach me".
This is what I call a thirst for knowledge and a humility to learn, and I sure hope to be more thirsty and humble from now on.
I think I'm already late for class. Goodbye!
11:47AM
20/10/11
