! Season Of Mists And Mellow Evening Class

There's a nip in the air these days. Time for self-improvement. In evening class, some nights will be fruitful, joyous, all you hoped. Then there'll be nights when a diligent student has a 'problem'... could be a particular or worse, a general... The class, who've been together long enough to bond, hasten to join him under that black cloud, misleadingly shaped like an umbrella, of his/her problem; we're not sure exactly what that problem is; but we all frown, look serious.. who would think that silence could be so heavy? only natural landscape would describe it - black cloud, boggy ground, slippery scree, fog descending; where's the compass point? the tutor's seen it many times before. It's the underbelly of the learning curve shaped more like shark than jellyfish..