Comfort Zone

1919 Words

I entered the library after receiving a message from Aiden that he was here already. Last night, we were talking about our studies, like sharing about what happened in our class, which subject we hate the most, or who in our class we like the least. Just a pretty basic and random topic. While we are immersed in talking, I found myself telling him about the research paper given by our professor to us that we must do and finish individually.   I actually started ranting in our messages about how that specific professor always give us harder activities compare to the other ones. How I think that she secretly find it entertaining and happy whenever she sees us having a hard time completing the task in our class to her. On top of that, she also require and expect us to finish it in short amou

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