Mortal
“Yes?”
“There’s New Moon, Waxing Crescent, First Quarter, Waxing Gibbous, Full Moon, Waning Gibbous, Last Quarter, and Waning Crescent.”
Professor Towles writes them all on the chalkboard, her hand quickly moving across the green. “Very good.”
I flip open my notebook and scribble the phases down. If I don’t survive socially at Hawthorn, maybe I can get ahead when it comes to academics. My grades were pretty good back home but it takes more than “good” to impress college admissions.
Bab Populer