Penn
7
“Okay, that’s all for today. I’ll see you all on Friday.”
The students in my lecture class began to pack up their books, and my teaching assistant, Chelle, hurried forward from the back row. I turned away from the lectern to collect the remaining papers that hadn’t been picked up from that class.
“Great class, Dr. Kensington,” Chelle said.
“Thank you, Chelle. Though I think it was lost on most of the students.”
“Yeah, well, undergrads,” she said with a shrug.
I stuffed the papers in my bag. “I wish more of them showed up to class. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be failing so many people.”
Chelle huffed. She had been dealing with the brunt of the students this semester. Apparently, I was intimidating. Though…it hadn’t kept the small number of female students from relentlessly hanging
