Oh...

This professor...oh this professor.
My lense is different, admittedly so. I see things from the bottom, underneath where most will not go. You may see light, but I envision darkness...and my darkness is not engulfing but rather comforting. My new favorite hobby is looking at the way you tell their history and count how many times you demean them. The professors who have been guiding us through all of our trips showed their true colors this weekend. The knowledgable one turned into the loathing, PMSing character who was angry when we told him that we did not have a portion of the schedule in our itinerary. The other one....oh the other one....I think brash is an understatement. To deny water to a student in the Sahara Desert...that took it to another level. At first, I thought it was just me complaining about their attitudes and spirits that I didn't want to rub off me, but I realized it's so much more than that. You are our guides...you have been informing us about these places, these people. O let some earlier comments slide that I thought we scathing at the time, but now those are back in my forefront, my immediate view. How do you speak to and about these people you spend years studying? I have saw how you treat some of them, beginning with our bus driver. I am not sure if I will ever shift my lense...but honestly why would I even want to? I see darkness and my eyes have adjusted fine to the lack of light.