ABSTRACT
I had misgivings the minute I walked in. The classroom was too small, the desks were for kids, and the blackboard was on rollers. When the first students turned up, my worries increased. I knew that adult education courses tend to attract the odd and the lonely, but this bunch looked more displaced than most. Taking the enrollment slip from a large, sad woman in her midforties, I wondered if my job was just to keep them occupied till they found what they were missing.
