26th September.

Having transformed into a conscientous student I walk into the designated room for the Philosophy Club meetings. I notice I shall be in the minority again. That doesn't bother me unduly because I've managed to bond with my kind while at a reading of Soyinka's "Strong Breed." I see the sultry voiced, pony-tailed student of Philosophy I have noticed at some earlier time hanging around the Writing Center. His name is, he tells me, Day-vid. The President of the society, Sam, thanks me rather grandly for coming to this meeting. I shoot him a contrived, quizzical look. The resident Alisdair MacIntyre expert walks in and wishes the gentlemen a good afternoon. With a flourish befitting Dayvid he motions towards me in an effort towards inclusivity. The resident expert ignores him. I am very amused. We discuss teleology in Kant and everyone who comes after Kant. I itch to leave the room but I think it might betray bad manners on my part. Towards the end of the meeting David sneezes and leaves for the restroom. His feminine waddle reminds me of a friend's sister. It is then that I stop listening altogether and wait for David to return. The belt of flesh that disappears into his jeans is accentuated by the tucked in t-shirt; a cotton t-shirt that looks suspiciously like something I have seen at Primark. He waddles back and puts his leg up on a chair.
The resident is tiresome and tells us an anecdote about MacIntyre's "strange humour." I raise an eyebrow.
I walk back quite glad that I can tell my friend that I'd spent Friday afternoon constructively. She insists I do something more than just read. I do agree. So today she gives me a makeover and I dutifully go to the recreation centre to get coffee so that the good work is put to use.

N.B. It is disconcerting to preserve and store and tag the documentations of a muggy night in October.
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