Line 100: Erudio (Latin for education)I saw leaves aflame falling through the brisk October air. I saw two girls painting, as usual, pictures of the assortment of trees and scenery. Perhaps they are competing; most likely not. I saw the familiar faces of the unfamiliar people walking to the beat of their own IPOD drum. I saw the American flag at half staff reminding me of the innocence being diminished by the thousands, by the minute a world away. I saw the chain smokers, the jokers inhaling the trendy smoke, the cell-phone junkies, and the text-a-holics. I saw young love displayed through hand-holding and genuine laughter taking me back to ninety-two days and fourteen hours from the present to a time of taking advantage of inside jokes and awkward family greetings. Rimes once said “Idle hands are the Devil’s handiwork.” I saw those six cracked, concrete steps leading to that door always a quarter of the way opening and closing. I saw the indian-style seated students lined up outside that empty classroom, all too sloth-like to enter before Gabe arrives. I saw Gabe, with that encouraging, optimistic smile, walking towards this school of fish of students, some eager to learn, most groggy and sleep deprived. I saw the half oval of desks, all facing the chalkboard with three math equations scribbled in various spots. Students plop themselves down into those desks and gather their thoughts on this strange novel, Pale Fire, they had previously typed. I saw curious facial expressions when discussing Vladimir Nabokov’s peculiar style of writing. I saw students staring into space, perhaps daydreaming or simply pondering the uniqueness of this class that Gabe is running. I saw students intrigued to understand the complex world of literature. And finally, I saw students glad to be leaving, dying to light up a cancer stick or turn on the volume of their cellphones. Among those students, I saw some lingering after class to get some insight on the confusing topics from class. 
