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h agreed on. Thankfully the traffic congestion wasn't heavy, otherwise I c

rst time seeing the school but Everytime I did, I always stood to appreciate the building. I guess I was structurally fetish. Any good thing I saw, I could

it was a new chapter. Infact, it was a new story of my life

sely. As I ran, I moved my head three sixty degree, because I still couldn't help but admire the structural architecture of the school, the

and huge, and being the structural fetish I was, I also couldn't help but admire the building. I was so sure that if I had all th

ME

at a speed of ten kilometers per hour — note the exaggeration, till I got to the front of the professor's office. I was breathing heavily, my heart racing along

My heart couldn't stop racing as I knocked on the professor's door, because on my

ly thought wearing a new underwear could guarantee me a happy year thr

elief I had in my

eep baritone voice say

f tension that had accumulated into my body. I clutched onto my bag tightly, holding it as if

it. The office wasn't painted, instead, flowery wall papers were plastered onto the four sides of the wall, the ceiling was an exception because it was painted with a pure white color. The office was also co

I'm so sorry I'm late sir," I said, meaning every word I'd said. I didn't move

fair man could have been in his late sixties, or early seventies. He was a man with a no

mind the first day I knew I got the job. I had always wanted my first

d say in response to what he had said. "I'

t. I interpreted it as he'd let me off the hook. "You might be really good at w

cause there was absolutely nothing I could h

nd he nodded, then he smiled.

d sit."

as I awaited professor Felix to say something but he didn't, rather, he stuffed his face into some scripts

my roles, but I just wanted him to go over it

lecturer. My role was primarily to take over his classes anytime he was absent or si

up for me when I am absent." He looked at me with a straight face, I knew he was w

here anything else

a very busy man with a very tight schedule, so y

x was my role model. I first heard about him when I was in my senior secondary school one, he came to my school to counsel us on the purpose of education and mathematics in the

up from his seat and gestured for me to follow him

und, passing through the Senate building, the bursary, then we began to reach the departmental faculties, but we didn't stop. Instead, we kept o

wonder how the students were that much, given the situation of the country then, whereby people would say there was

the University, I was just fatigued— we entered into a lecture room, which by the way, was filled up with stude

front of the class and I couldn't help but look down at my shoe.

ight here with me is Miss Tiwa Alade, my new assistant lecturer. I'm sure you all might have he

fulfillment. I was happy that someone I held in such high esteem had passed some accolades to me. At that moment, I was beyond happ

"Miss Tiwa, over to you now," he came closer to me whilst I just had a nervous smile on my face, because I was indeed nervous. Infact, I w

to him, he nodded at me and proceeded to leave the clas

ing; "Tiwa, try to ignore most of these electrical engineering students, because th

ld me, then he handed some papers and textb

appreciated him, the

nt over to the small lecture room podium and placed my bag, alongside the stuffs professor Felix had given to me on the podium. I co

," I released a low chuckle, and all eyes in the class were on me. The worst thing being

ough it, searching for the next topic I could teach, and s

the students, so I just looked ahead. A hand went up. "Yes?" I asked with

ce bored just like the others. She cleared her t

oday is going to be a subtopic, I mean implicit deriva

murmuring with one other girl next to her, but I ignored. I mean I didn't want t

hen proceeded to write the topic on the board, and just as I turned to face

my throat. "Are you mea