It’s not included on any registrar’s list of Carleton classrooms, but it really does get used every once in a while. If you look closely you can even see the blackboard (which is usually covered in the detritus of learning).
It’s one of those things that gives me that warm, fairytale vision of life and learning. You know the one. It’s the same vision that allows you to “see” the quiet domestic scenes that could take place in houses that leave their lights on and their curtains open at night.
Just as I always see tranquil evening scenes complete with fireplaces, books, soft music, and quiet companionship when I look into those lighted rooms, I can’t help but imagine classes on Wordsworth and Keats being held in this outdoor classroom.