Hi, it's Charluxx.

My favorite class in University was Osteology.

Well, I shouldn’t say it was my favourite class because it was hell... The first time we went in the bones lab—literaly surrounded by hundred of skulls, complete human skeletons, and thousands of bones and teeth—they’re was a blackboard on which the previous group had written “L’ostéo, s’pas rose”... in pink (that's French for "Osteology's not rosy"). 

The class lasted two years and it boiled down to one single exam.

After two years, I knew more about bones and teeth than most doctors do.

The class was HARD, but it did contain my favourite times in a school environment... Our teacher, Ken, used to visit us once a week— there was only eight of us, and rarely there at the same time—on Fridays and he would talk with us about everything, fashion, politics, music, current events, and so much more.

A few Fridays into this after we had talked for a few hours he got up and said: “I love our little philosophy Fridays.” He was cool. He was older than us, he had a brown and grey beard, wore mostly brown sweatshirts with blue or white shirts with ties. He was stylish like an uncle in the old movies. Unasuming is how I would describe him. He also change my life. Made me appreciate the attention to details, of sharing stories, talking things thru and trying to make sense of the world. 

I want to tell you stories, I want to hear yours, I want to know about your passions, I want to challenge you, I also want to talk philosophy.

I want you to look forward to my postings and having our time together.