Hussi
The move to France was an easy transition. I felt at home.
I enrolled in the hospitality program and culinary school. I knew it would come in handy for managing the hotel business.
I was on my way to the university, running late when I heard a huge ruckus coming from one of the classrooms, so I peeked inside. There were many students. I didn’t think this class would be so popular. I looked around but could not find a seat.
The professor noticed me. He unfolded a chair next to him and indicated that I had a seat. I walked to the front while he and all the students followed me with their gazes.
“Thank you,” I said as I sat down.
“All good?” the professor asked.
“Sure, thank you.”
I realized that I was in the wrong class, but I wasn’t leaving. It took me some time to catch my br
