I was in a log building, almost like a barn, where a class was being given by professor Guinn. Guinn was standing in the front of the room, while I was sitting in the rear on the right side. The room was dark, except for the light from one window  behind me. But even on that window the shade was pulled down.

In connection with something we had been studying, from a piece of wood I had carved out a rolling pin, handles included, only about 10 centimeters long. When I had been carving out the middle of the rolling pin, I had made a mistake leaving a large gash on one side of the pin. When I practiced rolling the pin over what appeared to be dough on my desk, the pin worked fin, except that there would be a hump in the dough corresponding to the gash on the pin. Although I still thought the pin was functional, with my knife I began trying whittle down the area around the gash so it wouldn't be so obvious. Slivers of wood began pilling up on the old, wooden desk where I was sitting.

The students in the room were supposed to have read some legal cases, and Guinn began calling on us to talk about the cases. He first called on a girl in the front of the room, who flatly admitted she hadn't read the case. Guinn called out another name which sounded like either "Cole" or "Collier." But since he didn't look at me, I didn't answer, especially since I hadn't read any of the cases. He quickly called out another name, and a girl who had read the cases began talking about them. After she had explained the cases, Guinn said, "Yea, that's right."

Finally, Guinn walked to the back of the room and stood right behind me. He raised the blind on the window behind me, and then picked up a small rolling pin, although I couldn't tell whether it was mine or another one. He began talking about the rolling pin in connection with one of the cases.

My book was lying open, face down, on the desk next to me. I quickly picked it up, thinking Guinn might call on me, As Guinn continued talking, I looked ahead to the next case, which was only two pages long. It contained an introduction written by Leo Tolstoy. The case seemed quite beautiful, and more interesting than the normal Supreme Court cases which we were accustomed to reading.

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