A Normal Lecture


Yawning is the mood if you are inside a lecture or class. Slowly it rocks you into dreamland. Books and pens become pillows and beds. A teacher is a person who sings lullabies in lectures.


In a hurry, the teacher, no, the professor entered the class. Without glancing at the students, he occupied the podium and Mike. 22 girls and a boy, no 23 students sat in three rows. Every student conveyed their reluctance to sit in the class through their facial expressions. A lecturer must take lectures, and he does that without worrying or getting annoyed. The professor glanced through the set of papers he brought with him and the students, no change same vibes are exchanged by the professor and the students the vibe of cursing the fate that is forcing them to be here.


He started the class in his broken lingua franca which is partially understandable and partially not. But the way he questions the existence of students and proclaims them as mental disorders were very much understandable. Every minute during his class he reminded them about the lockdown and announced that batch as corona batch, for him it means that they know nothing about anything. Most of the students have a pen and book pretending to listen to the class and taking notes during their partial naps waiting for their watches to strike 12. They felt every second of an hour, time passed quite slowly. At 12 he went out ending the class and taking his vibes which had to be exchanged tomorrow. 


It was a normal day.

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