Romans & histoires Education

she flashed a quick smile and bit into her sandwich, looking away. "Yeah, we'd love to not fail this semester exam," Vanille muttered. "Chill guys, what's the worse that could happen?" Leah said as she sat up straight. "Summer classes," Bliss snapped, agony pouring from her words. "I know that anyone would rather spend their summer days sprawled on a beach mat on the golden sand, under the scorching sun, than sit at two hours of boring physics lectures," ****

his mother's voice calls him and he sniffs it out as he wiped it out from his face. "Nay? Are you now feeling well?" she asked her mother and despite of the pain—she always say, "I'm okay." THE sun rises again to bring another hope. Sam goes to his school to enroll for another year. Upon getting his card from the registrar's office, it doesn't surprise him. This pandemic is having a massive impact to everyone. Not until he knew that other students don't wanted to continue their education. Despite of this challenges that he is facing in life right now, he don't even think about it.

Will was afraid of being noticed from the outside since the town was busier now, and he didn't like spending hours in the col Sister Lina had moved on from teaching language to teaching history and religion. The religion worshiped a Goddess called the 'Nurturing Mother'. She was tolerant and caring, but also stern and cruel at times. The teachings heavily emphasized on caring for others, working in unison to lift everyone up together, but also independence so you wouldn't rely to heavily on others. It taught forgiveness and discipline, instead of punishment

We entered a room with a number, <<1- Damien>> The room looked new and the blackboard was shiny. About twenty chairs are facing a teacher's desk with a circular table furnished black. The windows on the right show the trees and the buildings afar. The desks and chairs are all furnished black, and so the windows railings. Everyone sat on their desired seats and I stopped next to the teacher's table. I left the textbook on the desk and then walked to the only seat available, a seat on the first row next to the window. I sat and then the teacher came in. He picked up the textbook and then taps the ends of it on the desk. The sound of the book tapping on the desk made me focus on him. It was lou

"Rugby 101, and advanced bedroom games." I laugh. "I would have if I knew those classes had been offered. I studied business management and minored in Phys. Ed. You could have at least given me credit and said advanced rugby." She turns a little in her seat, and I can see she's looking at me. "Probably." Curiosity enters her voice, "Are you going to give up playing, like Joel, and take up the business end of things?"

He ran his fingers along the skin of her shoulders, toyed with the straps of her camisole top. "It won't be. Several of them are non-traditional students, people who came back to school after working for a while or something like that. As you should have noticed, it's a pretty mixed group of people. All ages, races and religions. All they expect is for you to be honest and friendly, which you are. So stop worrying."

Sam teases, his hazel eyes fixed on me, as if trying to read something deeper than my appearance. “Didn’t he say the report was due by noon? Well… it’s done.” “What?… impossible,” he whispers, so surprised it looks like his tense body might explode. I take the stack of papers, organize them neatly in a file, and hand it to him personally. “Wow!… I can’t type that fast.” “I didn’t type, sir… I used Excel. It was very easy,” I murmur almost humbly. “Mmm… I see… I don’t know much about Excel. How about you teach me, Estela?” he murmurs, staring enchanted at each sheet. Something in his expression makes my heart race for no reason.

"What's your favourite subject?" Annie was taken aback by the question because she wasn't expecting him to actually carry out a conversation with her. She paused before softly saying, "English, I guess. There's so many different perspectives and ways to communicate your thoughts..." Annie trailed off, staring down at the table when she had realized she had started to unnecessarily ramble. She tried to hide her face away by draping her hair around her face like a curtain, trying to hide the embarrassed blush that had crept onto her cheeks. Leo's lips twirled upwards in a grin as he didn't fail to notice the blush, but he thought it was cute. "I never thought about English like that but you're