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.


Well.

This was going to be tough.

8 comments:

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...

beautiful!

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...

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

It's fun to get away with things!