70 Hope and the Start

January 20th, 2024.

Michael was in the class. He looked at his wristwatch and saw that it had been twenty minutes since the class started yet the professor was not present. Well—this is a common occurrence in the first week of school. The activities would be about getting to know your professor and your fellow classmates, and after all that, the class would be then dismissed early. 

"Looks like we have no professor today," Psylemon said, who was sitting behind him.

"Yeah…how about we leave now?" Michael proposed. 

"How about we wait another ten minutes? If the professor doesn't show up, we'll leave," Psylemon suggested, leaning forward to whisper his plan.

Michael nodded, agreeing with the proposal. It seemed fair, and it wasn't as if they had much to lose by sticking around a bit longer. Besides, this gave him a few more moments to skim through his notes and maybe chat with his classmates, many of whom he hadn't seen since the last term ended.