THE LAST MANIFESTO

He stood there in front of a a room full of unfocused eyes. Children all of them he thought. He waited standing with perfectly still unmoving, his eyes became just as unfocused. He stood, he stood there for minutes upon minutes, this was his most important lesson. Most continued to talk or otherwise be absorbed into their own worlds. Yet, with half the class spent everyone fell silent or otherwise where commenting on his unusual stillness. “Is he dead?” asked a girl in the fifth row back. A young man in the third row next to exit asked “ professor?”. And then in that instant he unfroze and responded with a “yes?”, looking at the young man with unblinking eyes. “ Are you going to teach?” asked the girl in the 5th row in a mocking tone. The professor responded with “as soon as you shut up an listen!” it surprised everyone no one had expected him to be so blunt, no teacher had ever spoken to them in such a tone. Yet, his face instantly became that ocean of calm. Everyone was quiet, so quiet, no one spoke for they did not wish to subject themselves to a similar retort. Fifteen minutes passed, and still no one spoke. Twenty minutes and some of them had long since started to doze off. Then he again unfroze, he walked to the board behind him and wrote the assignment. Read Pg. 1-124 in your WORLD IDEAS Do ALL questions in each chapter. And then if they where not startled enough he wrote DUE TOMMROW. 1

The response of the girl in the 5th row was instant “Are you crazy, you old geezer? Theres no way anyone of us can do all that!”. He turned back towards the class all of them where perfectly silent expecting a similar retort. The girl who had apparently stood up in her disbelief sat down when he came into eye contact. He scanned the class it was clear that no one else was going to give a similar response. “Thank you, miss?” . “Thank you? Sir? Are you sure you are ok?” it was the same young man who sat beside the exit. “Yes I am perfectly fine if you are considering that I am out mind I will tell you I am perfectly sane”. “Now miss what is your name? We where rudely interrupted by the man sitting by the exit”. “Linda Thomson” she responded in a perfect monotone. “But Linda I do not wish to be called geezer, is that perfectly clear?”. “Yes Pro...” he raised his hand to silence her. “Thank you but you do not have to reduce to yourself to such a level, Erick is perfectly fine”. “Erick?”. 2