I ended up getting to my Ethnoecology class an hour late today, partially my own fault and the rest public transportation. I woke up about 30 minutes before the class, but the bus didn’t show up till 10 minutes after it was supposed to. Anyways by the time I got to class, 2 or 3 term presentations had been completed with about 5 or 6 left to go. I noticed the professor’s son was in class today. He’s a small thing, probably about 8 or 9 years old, 10 is probably pushing it. But anyways he and I pretty much spent the whole class swiveling in our chairs waiting to leave. After listening to about an hour of presentations I couldn’t sit through any more of it without snacking on something so I left for the vending machines. When I got to them I noticed they had pop-tarts and figured if I was bored and hungry after an hour the little guy had to be starving and exhausted, so I thought, “what kid doesn’t like pop-tarts?” and got some for him. When I got back to class I waited till the current presentation was over to give them to him. At first he didn’t know what to do when I offered them to him. Then, he felt unsure if he should take them, but I just handed them to him anyways to let him know it was alright “here.” He worked out a feeble thank you and opened up the package and proceeded to nibbling on the pop-tarts like a squirrel all over a nut. I simply smiled at him and watched him nibble on them every now and then while finishing my bag of chips. Professor seemed surprised I got his kid something. I felt bad for the kid, if he’s going to have to sit and listen to 3 hours worth of college presentations the least that could be done is getting the kid a snack or two. Anyways, that’s my day.