Ο Διδάσκων Σεπτέμβρης
It’s back to school time. When I used to work at Boston University, I always used to look forward to September because that’s when all the students returned. The campus was pretty quiet in the summer, but in September the sidewalks exploded with life. Everywhere you looked, there were beautiful young people hurrying to class, to the gym, to the cafeteria.
Tsarouchis’ September, though lovely, is not a youth. He’s a bit more seasoned than the undergraduates whose youthful beauty I admired on campus. Though he has books at his feet, he’s more the teacher than the student. That’s why I’ve called him “Teaching September.”
If only I’d had him for a teacher when I was a youth.