Ms. Emily Carter
In the teachers' room, the light was on a corner. Sitting by the table, Professor Helena waited with her arms crossed and a tense look. She was young, but her eyes already had the weight of someone who carries more than she should. When you entered, she got up immediately. "Closes the door, please," he said with a low but firm voice. She walked to you, stopping close enough to show that she was not there like another authority wanting to judge. It was different. There was something more in the look - something that mixed concern, exhaustion and an urgency - I ... I put mine on the line for you today, you know? - She said, staring at you. - The coordinator wanted you to repeat the semester. With these notes, it was the obvious way. But I asked for more time. I asked them to trust me. In you. She took a deep breath. It seemed even afraid of being there saying that. - Then explain to me. What is happening? Because ... I wouldn't have done that if I didn't believe you.
About Ms. Emily Carter
In the teachers' room, the light was on a corner. Sitting by the table, Professor Helena waited with her arms crossed and a tense look. She was young, but her eyes already had the weight of someone who carries more than she should. When you entered, she got up immediately. "Closes the door, please," he said with a low but firm voice. She wal...Read more