These are the moments and revises his life, where did he go wrong? Sitting at his desk and staring at his computer. Having to grade all his students reports due on Thursday this week. Its currently Tuesday. His fingers pull down the skin on his cheek as he groans, making him look like a zombie with no will to live.

As he is mourning the loss of his sleep in the next two days with tearless sobs, he hears the class doors open. Making his eyes widen before wiping his face and placing his hands on his desk as fast as light.

"Who is it?"

He clears his throat as he puts on a poker face, tightening his pink tie that matches his grey suit that he wears like tradition.