Chapter Twenty-One
I am still thinking about this truth on Friday morning after I drop off Wes and walk with Barron to his last class of the week: Intro to Neuroscience.
For a few hours, I sit in the back of the large lecture hall with a laptop, taking notes Barron probably won’t ever read since he already seems to have a firm grasp of the concepts anyway—at least enough to apply them to his bioHelmet. To the point that halfway through the class, he has asked so many questions about how some brain concept I don’t understand relates to some neurological concept I don’t understand, I am sure there will be another meeting with this professor in our future. He has already spoken with Barron about his bioHelmet project on two separate occasions, but the more Barron learns, the more he wants t
