When Monday finally came, it wasn’t as dreadful as I thought it would be. The moment I woke up, my body seemed to be powered by overwhelming energy probably caused by a deep, long sleep. My movements while I prepared to go to the University weren’t sluggish nor hasty, but deliberately steady. My steps were light but determined as I strutted toward our department’s office. Students’ stares were directed at me, but I held my head up high and kept my expression blank.
Before I could open the door, Brent beat me to it. “Good morning, Professor Smith. You look lovely today,” he said with a grin.
When we were at school, we tried to be as professional as we could be by addressing each other by our surname. There were, however, a few unguarded moments when we reverted to an old habit of calling
