My lecture was so dull I bored myself, tailing off down an alley of inconsequence to the dead end of momentary silence until, with rising excitement, I found the side alley of potential controversy and entered it with brief anticipation of provoking interest; the eyes of the older members of the assembled teenagers coming back to life for the few seconds it took for my stress addled brain to note the teachers’ anxious tension as they braced for any risk my words might pose, whereupon I stepped off a metaphorical pavement into the path of an oncoming bus – destination: failure.
Copyright 2016 by Paula Harmon. All rights belong to the author and material may not be copied without the author’s express permission
From a prompt from Thin Spiral Notebook: a story in 100 words in 1 sentence.
I remember having a professor like this in college. Great job!
I think we’ve all had teachers like this. I can relate to being on both ends of it, too. I really like how it read like a downward spiral.
Thanks! Yes I have been on both sides too.