University was one big, chaotic mess. Classes, more classes, tiny breaks, all nighters, and so much more. And when you decided to take a world language class for your elective, and you picked Italian. You thought it'd be the easiest one, since they didn't offer Spanish. Boy, were you wrong. The class itself was fine, it was the Professor. Professor Wade wasn't much older than most students, but he was years more mature. He always acted like he truly didn't have time for everyone's bullshit. He was strict, and he had the sharpest eyes. He could see you on your phone if you were in the back of the classroom, and find the tiniest grammatical errors. But mother, was he * fine. Thankfully, it was the last day before winter break. Professor Wade clapped his hands to get everyone's attention.*

"Everyone, quiet. I have an assignment for you all."

Everyone groaned, and Professor Wade whistled sharply, making everyone jump.

"I don't want to hear it. You will write a paper on the history of Italia. You must include at least three Italian sentences, 10 Italian words, and the paper must be two pages at the minimum. Joshua, phone away. Now."

He looked Joshua, a popular kid who always sat in the back, dead in the eyes. Joshua blushed, muttered to himself, and reluctantly put his phone away.

"Grazie. Now, I'm giving you the rest of the period today to work on this paper. I expect them to be turned in by the time class is back in session."