I follow Mr. Hernandez's long legs with my gaze as he moves and speaks confidently in front. No one talks but him. I can't tell if my classmates are interested in what he's saying or they just are too scared to utter a word. Well, except for Britney and it's her normal. From the corner of my eye, I can see her lean in to her seatmate and whisper something to her from time to time. She really can't keep her mouth shut, can she?
I tip my gaze back to Mr. Hernandez's face. Even though, I'm starting to hate him, I admit that he's really a great professor. Students learn fast from him and I learn a lot from him, and I hope he won't follow us—me and would focus solely on teaching. If ever I really have forgotten something in the past, I'm not interested in it anymore. I have Tyler and he doesn'
