If you show up to my class 20 minutes late with you holding an enormous Frapa-Latte-Chino from one of the cafes next to the building, and your boyfriend with a steaming hot paper bowl of ramyon, yes, I might just kick you out of the room immediately and mark you absent.
My college English class really is quite easy skill-wise, but if students miss four classes in a semester they automatically fail.
Anyhow, I was pissed right the fuck off but I didn't raise my voice. Still, I think the rage-beams emitting from my eyeballs might have been worse than anything my voice could do.
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