Professor Howard’s class consisted of mostly girls, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know the reason. I felt like an intruder when I sat in the corner of the room and helped him with his handouts. Most of the girls didn’t seem to notice me, but the ones that did, tossed me dirty looks.
I could taste their judgmental stares and whispers.
I watched him carefully, taking notes, even though it wasn’t my class, and tried my best to keep quiet, but it didn’t last long. “Ms.
Lee,” Professor Howard said. “Stand up.”
Nervously, I stood, pulling at my cut-offs and tucking my hair. I looked relaxed compared to the majority of the class. They wore
cute skirts, low-cut tops or jeans that molded to their curves, not to mention a full face of makeup in the evening. Who has time to go
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