Twelve

Raven

I was in my coding class and, for some weird reason, my school didn't offer any AP computer science courses. Fortunately, living with Clarissa exposed me a lot to tech and ICT. So, this was a waste of time for me.

When the Prof, an elderly female who looked like she would rather be anywhere else but here, pulled her canvas and began downloading a Word document for over 15 minutes, we sat in silence waiting for her.

Without noticing that the file had finished downloading, she was busy with her phone. Someone tried to call her attention to it, but she rudely cut him short.

"Are you going to teach me about my job?" She raised her yellow-coated eyeballs and gave an exhausted sigh. "You kids think you're smarter than us, the adults."

It was obvious that she didn't care if she got fired as long as the money came in. Pathetic.

We sat for a few more minutes, waiting for the so-called file to d******d while she made a phone call.

"Oh," she raised her head. "I'm sorry, my computer i