Friday rolls around slowly.
I sit through Harlan's class as silently as I did on Wednesday, hardly meeting his eyes, and far too embarrassed to look at any of the students after Harlan's little performance on Monday.
After what seems like an eternity, class is finally dismissed. It’s a Friday afternoon, and everyone else is so eager to get out for the weekend, so I quickly find myself to be the last person left in the lecture hall – me and Professor Harlan.
I steal a quick glance as I collect the last of my papers: syllabi, attendance sheets, daily to-do lists, and the works, but avert my eyes as I stand up to collect my bag. It is so painfully, deadly silent, that I expect it to remain so until one of us leaves.
But it doesn't.
"So, how long should I expect this nonsense to continue?
