 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
This was a good class. There were prizes, nobody told her her idea was stupid, and the homework did not involve writing essays. She looked at the professor. "Really? The homework doesn't involve writing essays about how we are all naive and annoying little kids who don't know that the only way to succeed in life is by abandonment, betrayal, and sacrifice? No speeches about how we have to accept authority? Not even a short paragraph explaining how we are weak and useless? I don't need to explain to you why friendship and conversation are valuable, or justify my existence? Sweet. You're such a nice professor, did you know? Seriously, I hope you teach here forever and ever." The first part about the homework was sarcastic, but the second part was genuine. How valuable was a teacher who you could at least somewhat trust? Unlike the headmaster. She grinned at the professor as she exited the class. "See you." For once, she had actually enjoyed a class. |