Hello,
At a KM School in the late 80's I actually fell asleep in the back row for around twenty minutes.
When I awoke and gave way to a bleary eyed yawn, I turned to the fellow elder next to me who was nursing his own glazed look, and asked, 'Did I miss anything?'. He answered meekly, 'I don't know, I fell asleep'.
This sums up the whole scenario. A dismal marketing-style drone, interrupted by an oasis of a coffee break every so often.
My own hero was a tousle-haired eccentric, a long-term elder who repeatedly refused to go the School as in his own words, ‘I’ve heard all that stuff before'. We all loved him, but he was eventually turned in by a skinny, uninspiring little fellow with a complexion like marzipan, who cleaned carpets for a living and gloried like a Caesar in his fifteen Theocratic minutes of fame.
As to the removed elder, his only comment was, 'At least I have a bit more time for the 'ole garden now'.
Best regards - HS