There’s no time to waste. I need to aim for an economy of words. Even as I type these sentences, I can feel the doubt creeping in.
Today after work, a group of students who were milling around the lounge area invited me out for a beer. It has been quite a while since I went out with students, and I was planning on waiting around for my girlfriend anyway. These students were all older than 30 and had proven to be fun and interesting. So, I said yes.
Perhaps out of respect or perhaps out of indecision, they asked me to choose the place. When I go out for drinks with my best friends, the place is not nearly as important as the company. What that means is that I am not great at recommending places. On this occasion, however, I decided to take them to my favourite bar, where the food is good and the beer is brewed in house. That place is the Granite.
The conversation was easy and the students saw no need for me to direct the conversation. This was great and far better than many student interactions outside of class. I was given the room to exist, rather than be in charge.
Another great thing was that I chose the cobb salad. Odd as it may seem, I have never had a cob salad before. I had heard them mentioned on TV, but never ordered one. I wouldn’t say that it was on my bucket list–but I have definitely wanted to eat it for a long time. It was actually quite good and the students mocked me gently about “eating healthy”.
Though the temptation to drink the night away was there, I decided to leave after my second beer. I know I should get to bed early. In fact, I shouldn’t be typing this. I should already be in bed.