The significance of silence..

Silence, such a small word but such a powerful meaning. The first day of Sociology class, was a day that I certainly will never forget. Why you may ask? Because, it wasn't like any other day. For the past 12 years of my life, while attending school, I was accustomed to the way we began each and every school year. The teacher would stand up in front of my fellow classmates and I, and list numerous amounts of rules, regulations, and requirements that we would have to follow throughout the year. Now wouldn't this be considered a sign of brain washing? Every year, we would sit in our seats, just waiting for the teacher to talk.This year was different. As the bell rang for my first period class (Sociology) I noticed all the students run to their seats and look up at Mr. Salituro just waiting for him to begin lecturing us just like every other teacher has ever done. However, that wasn't the case this time. I watched him slowly walk to the back of the room and sit at a table just like every other student. As I was witnessing this, I noticed many students looking around the room thinking to themselves "What the h-ll is going on?", "Why isn't Mr. Salituro up in the front of the room talking?" This was exactly what Sal wanted to get out of this. He wanted us to begin to focus on how different behaviors affect us as whole because we have not experienced them. This activity was an eye opener for most students, because they finally began to realize how sociology truly affects our every day lives.