Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Journal 2. The first day of my English class

I came just in time, breathed heavily and rushed to find a seat.
She was sitting quietly with the others and beaming her secret smiles. She looked elegantly in her shiny shoulder-long hair. Her voice is soft and clear so that everyone could follow her. Yet we could laugh together sometimes because of her funny words. We went through our syllabus quickly but effectively. Ultimately, she made the class comfortable and inresistable.
She is my professor.

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