He tells them he owns several businesses, so he's taking this class because he wants to learn about. He tells them his job, third baseman for the New York Yankees.
He addresses the backs of their shoulders and baseball caps. At least by now everyone is so bored that no one bothers to turn around. The student beside him is finished speaking and the classroom is churchly quiet and he's up. In fact, if the classroom were a diamond, he notices, by pure chance his seat would be the hot corner.Īnd then it happens. They're also a huge part of why he's here today, but no, no, he doesn't dare go into all that, doesn't want to tell these students anything about himself, let alone everything, including his darkest secrets, and yet here it comes, the invisible baton of attention, wending its way around the room, not unlike a baseball going around the horn. No father, no college - these are his two gaping wounds, his two great sorrows. His life is a mess, as everyone knows, and he often feels intellectually overmatched, because he didn't go to college. He watches them closely, listens carefully, envies them their neat, tidy life stories, and their intellectual confidence. There are two dozen students in the classroom, and one by one they follow her lead, serving up their micro memoirs, then tossing it to the next student, and the next. The professor points to a young woman down front, and she doesn't hesitate, she instantly shifts into filibuster mode, telling the class that she works at UPS, and that she hopes to one day earn her MBA, and that she wants to become a blah blah.
On the first day of every new class, the professor says, I like to go around the room and have my students tell a little about themselves, so right now let's have each of you say your name, what you do for a living, and a bit about why you decided to enroll in Marketing 644. Something that threatens to ruin everything. But then the professor stands up and starts to say something truly - insane. HE BURROWS DOWN into his hooded sweatshirt, slumps down into his padded chair, tries to blend into the background, and it works: For once in his life he actually manages to not draw attention to himself. For better or worse, Alex Rodriguez has done it all in a career that spans two decades.
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