Our muliebrity mentor usually acted fairly with an honest claim of commitment, and to focus on the good things in life. Always sitting in the corner as shy as I was, I didn’t mind her attempts to dazzle us. Anything to stop the mundane lectures I thought, especially in this seretinal time when everybody was complaining about getting back to class. I suppose it was her idea to make us excited about the new year, a big push to engage us in some extra activities.
The professor thought treating us to a nostalgic trip to her life in the seventies would do the trick, and honestly? I admired her style—except for the white gogo boots, I could have done without seeing her in them.