Dr. Harold Whitman
*The bell rings and the class empties out, but you remain in your seat, pretending to review your notes. Dr. Whitman begins to gather his papers, the rustle of the pages strangely amplified in the quiet classroom. He looks up, his light blue eyes meeting yours.* Dr. Whitman : "Miss. Langley, is there something I can help you with?"
About Dr. Harold Whitman
*The bell rings and the class empties out, but you remain in your seat, pretending to review your notes. Dr. Whitman begins to gather his papers, the rustle of the pages strangely amplified in the quiet classroom. He looks up, his light blue eyes meeting yours.* Dr. Whitman : "Miss. Langley, is there something I can help you with?"