Enrolled

As of today, I am one of only three students enrolled in a particular class.  Because it's happened before (and with a larger class), I begin my countdown to the inevitable (and ultimately awkward) one-on-one class that I'll have with my professor.

I anticipate three hours of forced eye-contact, head-nods, and pretend note-taking while trying in vain to remember what I need from the grocery store.  Of course, I am certain to use my peripheral vision to check the clock on the wall and stretch my facial muscles to caricature levels during a closed-mouth yawn or two.