On today's schedule, I spend the first three hours of my day teaching a class called elementay level one. Now, as you might be able to guess, this is not a group of young people likely to be battering down the doors of Harvard in the years to come. Essentially, an attention span beyond that of a goldfish is an attribute they lack. Yet one student, Peter stands out. He is actually a nice and sincere youngman, but just happens to be slower than a week in the jail. Now, as is customary in a debate and discussion class I ask a lot of questions. Peter is not usually the most forthcoming with the most astute and cutting answers. However, he carries it off with considerable charm. When I ask him a question, and he usually has not the foggiest, his face becomes a contorted grimace of concentration. He jabs his temple and says 'think, think, think! He then plops his hand under his chin and strokes his upper lip as if he may be Socrates himself. Finally, he gives an exasperated shrug as if one of life's great questions has eluded him, although I have probably just asked him for the time. Maybe next time...