Do I Have A Thing With My Professor?

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astered the art of

cture hall as my eyes scan the seats for a colum

umn, I take my seat and bend my head over my

as taught me to shrink. It has made me get us

until

ly, I wouldn't care about that. But this particular moment stu

not the

in my head, leaking into my heart and forming a big ba

othing like the lecturers I've met

rent. Too

hout trying, his height as intimida

es on the whiteboard in bold

sh," he states calmly with a voice that carri

continues, "which isn't just about words,

h the hall. I look around, co

he teacher, and now my hand is hanging up in the air,

everything stills. Embarrassment flushes over

, Mi

rise to my feet. "My

ac Stone, what did

earching deeply

I going

front of my thighs. "I um... I was going to ask how literature

e nodding. "Okay

, and I quietly obey. "What do you do in a situation where you offend someone you care about, for example? Now you wanna apologize

uld let the matter die down. Although, if it sti

text?" I

I really don't know why. A wider smi

e. Now how this relates to

say about literature. In fact, I wasn't e

ces of the class. They know I don't participate in class activities. This c

here

e the

king eye contact with a bloody lecturer while hav