41/365: the Venerable

In Creative Writing 12 our teacher decided that we needed to loosen up and clear our minds so she began to devote half our class time to meditation. After a while she decided we weren't doing it right so she brought in the Venerable to meditate with us.

He arrived, dressed in crimson robes and told us about Buddhism, and about how no one makes fun of him on the Skytrain because people assume he knows really kickass karate. Then we meditated. I don't know if it helped my writing at all, but the mark I got from that class got me into university.