Mini-term classes were always popular. You could cram a whole quarter’s worth of credits into only six weeks, and when it was a hard-to-get class, it was a win/win situation. Over Christmas break such an opportunity presented. A single speech class was the only requirement left to graduate, so “Rhetoric” was penciled into my schedule – two hours a day, three days a week. During our first class, as an ice-breaker, we played a pseudo game of Truth or Dare, except there was no dare. The difference was that when you were ‘it,’ the other students could ask you anything, and you could either answer truthfully or lie. Points went to the ones who guessed right. Everyone got four questions, and since they changed randomly, we had to be quick, and convincing. I pulled my chair from the circle and sat it in the middle. Nervous, I worried that I didn’t have a good poker face, and was sure they
One more week, seven more photos. I’m more than a third of the way finished with this once/daily photo project.