Part two
Five years later.
“I heard you might get lecturer of the year with the pace you’re heading.” Daniel Spear spoke, falling in line with me as I made my way from the lecture hall and towards my office, which was on the left side of the staff room.
I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks heated at his bold proclamation. “I’m just doing my job, Mr Spears,” I answered.
“You’re doing more than your job. The students love your class, and you have held record-breaking attendance at the university ever since you came. Let’s not forget that you broke a record for being the youngest professor this institution has ever had. These are more than mere proclamations,” he gushed out in awe.
My cheeks were burning at this point. Okay, he was right. I’ve been lecturing at Stanford University on courses in medicine for the past two years, and I’ve secured three awards so far. The first was the youngest professor the university ever had; the second was the most engaging lecturer; and the third was the
