They looked painfully young to me. I considered their concerns childish and unformed. I could not imagine becoming interested in their daily affairs—in classes, study, dating, and bull sessions. I had memories of my own college days in which I appeared as a child: overemotional, limited in understanding, with an incomprehensible taste for milk shakes and convertibles.
Remembering my attitude as I began to sort out the comments in my field notes I expected to find evidence of this unfavorable adult bias toward adolescents. But on the third day in the field I am already taking the students' side and taking the statements they make seriously.