Archaeology.

Today we met our Archaeology professor. On the dead hour.

His voice was deep, rumbling, and dusty. He looked like a statue that had just awoken.
He told us that we could bring food and coffee, because our schedule was the dead hour.

He said dead hour three times.

Then he said, "We will do our best to keep each other alive."

He's pretty nice, like a shadow who smiles occasionally.
Like when he said that papers submitted after class hours are immediately credited a 60. *smiles*

Archaeology readings are filled with sentences like:

"None of these excavations, however, did much to advance the cause of knowledge about the distant past, since their interpretation was still within the biblical framework, which insisted on a short span for human existence."

"It was now widely agreed that human origins extended far back into a remote past, so that the biblical notion of the creation of the world and all its contents just a few thousand years before our own time could no longer be accepted."

and

"Nor does the recent debate in the United States on "intelligent design" seem helpful; it is no more than an update of traditional arguments for the existence of God, modified to avoid the identity of the designer--it is not science."

>____> meh. He said that our papers have no page limit, so as not to "curtail our..creativity." I think I'll have a lot to say.