Saturday, February 5, 2011

Nausica

She looks at me, sucks in her teeth, and scrunches her face in a sneer. Under her breath, I hear, "Gosh, I hate every subject now." A few moments later, "Ms. Masood, when are you leaving?"

This is my Monday morning for the next few months. I think to myself, what have I done wrong exactly?

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