Pittsburgh Lectures Novels & Stories

I frown not knowing what he means, and I start to ask him to explain but I see the bubbles indicating that he’s typing. TG: Not sexual. Something good about you. Something that makes you happy. I tap my chin, wondering what I should tell him when I think of the email my advisor sent me just a few days ago after I had already graduated. Me: Pitt invited me to give a lecture next semester. I’m not going to teach a class or anything. It’s just a seminar on social media and the impact it has on businesses. TG: That’s amazing, Avery. Wow. You’re incredible.

Alberto was very confused. He had completely lost his mind and his idea. If another lecturer had suddenly entered his class and taught it, Alberto could say something like that. But that time, the lecturer who entered his class was Professor Hugo. He was just silent. He was confused about what he should say. He was silent for a moment.

As Kieran spoke those last few words, his gaze locked onto my face. I pretended not to notice. "What's your undergraduate major?" "Also physiology. I'm a junior." "You're already preparing for grad school? That's early." "I want to be prepared, play it safe." He smiled at me. "Besides, I've sat in on your lectures before, Professor Lovell. They're excellent." I froze. "You've sat in on my classes?" "The Human Physiology Fundamentals course you're teaching this semester. I've attended every lecture."

“You sound like you hated it.” I sink into a familiar chair covered with scratchy, well-worn fabric and prop my laptop on my knees. “I don’t hate lecturing. It just felt odd, I guess. My previous lectures were all at the undergraduate level… physics 101, you know? The definition of matter versus now having to explain to a room full of physicists who lean more toward experimental physics why we’ll never fully understand the physical confines of our own universe.” “You could always come home. The temple in Moonrise would move mountains to have you within their ranks.”