The Power Lurking Within

The rest of the day passed ordinarily exuberant as well as relieving, as I returned to the hustle and bustle of school and felt born ready to shift my focus back to academics which had gotten substantially neglected as a result of the dreadful events of the last few weeks. The last hour was Psychology for Judy and me, which was predominantly my favourite subject, while Judy loathed it and thus, was pretty terrible at it. Miss Clarissa, who along with being an erudite professor of the subject was also quite an amiable and fortunately lenient teacher who genuinely cared about the students and their grasp on the subject. 

“Good morning everyone!” Miss Clarissa greeted zestfully, with a dynamic beam that radiated the face of every student and they all