First day of new session, as a professor of Literature. I walked into my classroom which had six huge tables with comfortable chair for respective students, quickly settling down my things on my desk. Thinking about my college days when I met my wife, ah yeah marriage in trouble and no kids since she decided to lie about her tubectomy, I sighed rubbing my face as the flashback to last night's argument hit me as we both proceeded for divorce, it's not like that I don't love her, I did and somehow I still do but it's just not working out and it's tiring now, at this point of age I need stability and stillness, which is not possible with her so it's better to be divorced, rubbing my face I got up and wrote my intro on the board, turning around to see it's still almost an hour before lecture starts, "Jesus Christ!" I freaked looking at the young girl already stood there, why so early!? She stood there with small smile holding the straps to her backpack, dressed in a feminine way with basic palate colours, mature yet looked cool. I shook my head, she's my new student.

"Are you always this early miss?"