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Maybe I shouldn't have started this blog now, not with everything that's been going on.

I’m going off the beaten track for a little speculation here, brought about by the field trip I was part of yesterday, instead of accounting some more from the experience, which, right now doesn’t seem to have any behind the scene stories that I do not want the students to know about.

I was thinking of a “Rolling University” or a “school on wheels”, for students of sociology, anthropology, history, language, geology, forestry, education, tourism, hotel and restaurant management and whatever else would find not being rooted to one place for too long applicable.

This would basically be a bus like a rock band on tour, except that it would be students on board, and teachers of course, who have all agreed that they would be earning a degree not by going to the same campus for three to five years, but by going to several schools all around the country (or world) for weeks at a time, eventually scouring the whole nation (or globe).

They would hold their classes in one of the rooms of the university visited, who have agreed to be part of the course’s itinerary.

And since the subjects I teach do not necessarily fall under any category mentioned above that requires moving about (except maybe education, but that’s more for the benefit of the visited school than the visitors), I would then be one of the volunteers who teaches their minor subjects, such as the several necessary units in mathematics or science, and would still ride around with them.

Maybe, when I have taught a certain class in one bus all that I could teach them, I could be dropped off at one of their destinations, where I would soon be picked up by another bus. Yes, I imagine several of these buses going around at any one time.

In fact, the same can be done for students who fail a course; they have to change buses to one that will be offering the subject they have to repeat.

Yes, the field trip has awakened my wanderlust again, something that has to be quelled until the weekends or the term breaks because of the commitment of having to meet students continuously for fourteen weeks. There has to be a compromise.

Session 891 got off the bus. Class dismissed.