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.
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8 comments:
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.
beautiful!
That was good!
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.. :)
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.
Heehee...love this.
hey.. this always happens 2 me in class...especially wen its english!!!!
@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!
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