Chapter 3Wednesday, November 1st
His students didn’t mind his scar. He liked the lively exchange their writing projects provoked. He usually felt good about himself when he left the creative writing course he designed and taught for credit toward his master’s.
Today they were critiquing their favorite television show, The Blacklist.
“I know they say that NCIS is the number one drama in the United States, but it’s made for old people,” said John in the front row.
“That may be the show’s target demographic. For instance, there are several comedies that are geared specifically to young adults. I’ll bet you know which ones they are.” Colin opened his computer, and his slides appeared on the whiteboard.
“Yeah, I watch those,” said a red-haired girl named Marcy from the back of the room.
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