Tuesday, March 27, 2007

will power

Don’t stare at him, don’t stare at him, don’t stare…I peeked at him from beneath my eye lashes.

NO…No looking at him! I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Maya, I hate to break your reverie, but could you please read ‘Ode to a Nightingale’ for us?”

The class waited.


This was going to be tough.


wiseling said...

haha nice... when i was younger, i used to hate being called on in class.. always a stuttering mess... and stage fright like none other... yeesh.

Shreyasi Deb said...


Jayashree Bhat said...

That was good!

DreamCatcher said...

oh yeah this reminds me of my school days...was always a back bencher but the teachers some how found me as if i wore a beacon on my head.. :)

kyra said...

oh now i always make it a point to sit in front with my friends. we talk, doodle, play silly games and use our cell phones and nobody notices a thing!! its like we're invisible to our teachers. and the back benchers always end up being caught, even though i think, we make more disturbance.
or maybe it's just my college.

IdeaSmith said...

Heehee...love this.

SvATi said...

hey.. this always happens 2 me in class...especially wen its english!!!!

Dhruv said...

Indeed, back bencher's end up taking the blame for almost anything us middle benchers do!

It's fun to get away with things!