chocolate converse

Thursday night I have class until very late. The course itself is extremely interesting and the professor is brilliant but despite this excellent combination the ability of students, who have started classes early early in the morning, to concentrate after 21h is nonexistent.

This problem of sleepiness was, after the first class, solved with sugar. The 2hour session begins with the teacher putting four enormous bags of sweets into circulation. And mind you if you start nodding, it will not go unnoticed – “need of sugar over there! Pass the candy over! We are loosing x or y or someone else!”

Last night, in the middle of the class and in the midst of quiet rattling of plastic bags and sweet wrappers the teacher suddenly stopped talking and started laughing – “Converse!” It appeared that the whole of back row was wearing Converse – one, two, three, four….pairs in a nice line, one next to another, like a piece of modern art.

So we had now become the Converse class. She would forever remember us as the Converse class. Not the clever class. Or the hard working class. But the Converse class.

And apparently the sweets are loosing their effect. So next week we might change into cookies – hard weapons will be taken into use.

Yet, in spite of the interesting methods of attracting attention and concentration the one woman show of the professor has been rather effective – me, who has for years now been convinced that I will not and cannot be a business/finance person am getting more and more into the wild world of emerging bond markets, commodities and everything that can be derived from them – both the benefits and the crises.

And why is this all important? Well it is not. Really. But has given me another five million jobs to apply for. And few amusing sugar highs.