IN THIRTY DAYS

iting for the end of the semester." She then dropped the mic into my waiting hand. I did not know whether to be impressed or angered by her and her insolence. Somehow the only

y eyes on her eyes when she spoke instead of on her lips. It was the first day of the semester and I could already see more than a hundred ways in which these semesters could go w

ster understanding and respect for each other's perspectives, creating a harmonious environment for everyone to coexist peacefully." I was leaning on my desk while I spoke these words. My eyes were focused solely on her taking in whether my speech had made any impact but all I could see was her rolling her eyes at me again. Goddamn it. This girl was going to be the de

ind the desk and then started playing a YouTube video that introduced my lesson. I was fond of using videos to explain things simply because students enjoyed it and I was also lazy about giving long lectures on anything. I always assumed that the same way I easily got tired of a class was the same way they also did. I also took time in the five minut

ld not have become as accomplished if he had not. I took my tablet that was already connected to the screen and started my lecture. I enjoyed writing down things while I taught. It made me feel like I looked more sophisticated and knowledgeable. The class went by quite fast and before I knew it, a little notification popped up

that were in the basket. I knew that they were just the obvious questions that younglings asked yet I only had one question that I wanted to answer. I hoped my hand would land on it first before any other and luck was on my side. Two of my favorite questions were written on the same piece of

orientation?" The mention of that had me catch movement at the corner of my eye. It was her. She was interested to ge

e maintenance of long hair is just too much energy that I do not think I have enough to deal with it. I f