Learning to love me
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world was painted in blues and blacks. I wasn't anxious walking down the road sinc
nds started to shake, and it was suddenly hard to breathe. Why
very intimidating profes
ely vacant. My footsteps, although
the professor's offices were located. The sign said on the last floor, so I made my way to the e
y way to the offices. I read the names of the professors on eac
ed this to
finally read "Dr Rufus Woodley". I took a
r extremely slowly. It felt like any noise that I made was
a paper he was reading, a red pen r
His eyes darted up. He motioned me to take
desk with papers mounting on either side, a bookshelf filled to
said, leaning back. He took off hi
arting to think my sassiness was my way to a
y s
you didn't expect
ng his head and
give it to me already." I gave him the
ilent for a few seconds. Then, he furrowed his eyebrows, tilting the
"I'm not gonna lie, I expected a little more from
ered in my ch
rought it close to my chest, pr
I sounded hurt by his rude comment. I i
d once more, wiggling his fingers "G
he made a thick circle with his pencil, leaving a graphite mark. "The shading around the lamp is questionable at best. The chandelier looks like an afterthought, doesn't belong there at all. It's distracting e
n the stomach multiple times. Tears started to
all ruined with pencil marks. A sudden wave of anger c
, I can't make the distinction between what is acceptable and what is not." I said, mustering all the self-respec
ing him the pa
ed the painting, but you wouldn't get it because you're n
odley's office, not giving a fuck about
here." He said from his desk, but
good e
cracked at the end, te
jerk. Who did h
heard him dragging his chair and loc
ignored him and kept walking, not looking back. Once I realized he wa
ven up and wasn't on my trail anymore. I wiped
ing erratic from descending lightning fast
aken the
e he fuc
for my upper arm, halting my stride. His touch wasn't harsh or h
the shape on an "o". What hap
ue respect, but are y
he said gravely,
u a painting I did outside of the academic context, when you're no
ybe my speech made some
r! This was just mean. And I won't apologize for disagreeing
ice echoing in the d
reaching the back pocket of his pants. "I liked the colors. They were bri