Comm 101 sounds so helpful in the course catalog.
Reality is sobering.
Every Wednesday from 2-5 in hall 312B, the honeysuckle-and-burnt-eras
It’s not a nice odor.
M.P. chews on a strand of hair absently, watching the student in front of her check his online profile for updates.
He reeks of desperation; mingled with the room’s smell, the effect is rather nauseating.
She wrinkles her nose, and finds herself wishing his persona was as forthright as his scent- she's in her post-adolescent idealistic phase.
Oh, the joys of self-analyzation, Classroom Distraction Syndrome style.
She smiles ruefully.
It’s five o’clock somewhere...
Reality is sobering.
Every Wednesday from 2-5 in hall 312B, the honeysuckle-and-burnt-eras
It’s not a nice odor.
M.P. chews on a strand of hair absently, watching the student in front of her check his online profile for updates.
He reeks of desperation; mingled with the room’s smell, the effect is rather nauseating.
She wrinkles her nose, and finds herself wishing his persona was as forthright as his scent- she's in her post-adolescent idealistic phase.
Oh, the joys of self-analyzation, Classroom Distraction Syndrome style.
She smiles ruefully.
It’s five o’clock somewhere...
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