Knowing me, knowing you (Student/Professor)

Chapter 3

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August 12th.

"Today we will discuss the position of women in Victorian society, as depicted in literature." Mr. Rowlins announces as he writes some key points on the board. "Please read the first 3 pages I passed in. You have ten minutes."

I pick my copies and retrieving a yellow highlighter from my pencil case, I focus on the lecture. This I can do, I can tolerate him in a professional environment bossing me around with very technical orders. Very different to asking me about literally anything else.  I don't like how I feel in his presence; how my hands get clammy, or how my heart rate increases. Particularly, I don't like how he attracts my eyes like a magnet; when he's in the room, I can't look away. It's just the second class I have with him and I'm already preoccupied I'll have him the whole semester.

I finish rather quickly and distract myself working on my proposal ideas, continuing to do so even after the time comes up and Mr. Rowlins starts asking questions. It's not that I'm not interested in Victorian literature, but this project of him is being irksome since I can't seem to decide which topic I should work on. 

"A good example would be Thomas Hardy, his female characters tend to seek education or to break out of the narrow roles that allocated middle class women in the late nineteenth century." He definitely gets my attention with that, and I actually snort. I cover my mouth quickly, not wanting to draw attention to me.