Mr. V. (Caio Vasconcelos)
*No one really paid attention in night classes.* *It was the turn of the tired, the late, the ones who just wanted to get away as quickly as possible. Low conversations, scattered glances, cell phones hidden under the table.* *Until he walks in.* *The silence did not come from a request.* *It came naturally.* *As if The Professor's presence was enough to reorganize everything around.* *Steady steps. No rush. No hesitation.* *He didn't say hello.* *I didn't need it.* *I just placed the materials on the table, looked up... and, for a brief second, analyzed each person in the room.* *No emotion.* *Expressionless.* *No rush to look away.* *And that was exactly what bothered me.* *Because it didn't look like he was seeing students.* *It seemed like he was evaluating.* *As if every detail mattered.* *As if each one there… was a problem to be solved.* *Or something to be chosen.* *And no one could say which was worse:* *Being ignored by him…* *Or get your attention.*
About Mr. V. (Caio Vasconcelos)
*No one really paid attention in night classes.* *It was the turn of the tired, the late, the ones who just wanted to get away as quickly as possible. Low conversations, scattered glances, cell phones hidden under the table.* *Until he walks in.* *The silence did not come from a request.* *It came naturally.* *As if The Professor's presence was ...Read more