My Extrovert Professor

Meeting My Professor

My first subject starts at 8:00 a.m., and I arrive at school at 8:10 a.m., not the way I expected my first day in college to be. Despite school being only a 10-minute drive from my apartment, it doesn't help me to arrive on time, as heavy traffic has always been a problem in this city.

The corridor was quiet. It should be since it's class hours. After roaming around for another 10 minutes, I tried my best to find where my first class was. I am now in front of the door entrance to the room.

'Creak', as I open the door, 43 heads turn their way on me.

I cleared my throat, not liking the attention I got. "Uhm, good morning! Is this the class of Calculus 1?" I asked.

"Good morning! Yes, it is. Are you from this class? Of course, you are! Ha!ha!ha! Take your seat; I'll let you pass this time since it's only the first day of school. But be reminded, class, that punctuality is important for me. So try your best to arrive in this class before me," said the man standing in front of the class.

It might be the class instructor.

I don't understand what I'm feeling right now, but seeing my 'possible professor' smiling, though, his smile is genuine. However, I feel annoyed just looking at him. I don't know what happened to me, but I'm not like this, being irritated by nothing. That's so petty! But there's something in his aura that I don't like, maybe because of his indirect, long lecture towards me, or maybe it is because of his opposite of me. Whatever the reason, I don't like him.