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Que será, será [khe-shera-shera]
"Whatever will be, will be. The future is not ours to see."
The cold breeze of air crashed against your skin. You walked down the street, enjoying the scenery around you. The peaceful chirping of the birds, the way the trees moved as the wind hit them. You hummed a tune as you approached your destination. A beautiful park with flowers and trees surrounding the perimeter. You let out a peaceful sigh as the corner of your lips tugged into a smirk.
You clutched your tote bag as you took a seat at a bench. It had been two months since the school year had started and you came here to do some homework for one of your classes. You needed a break from your small, messy dorm. Your clutter-full desk and messy bed weren't ideal studying conditions.
Your teachers hadn't been very nice in the sense that they had been giving you tons of homework and assignments that needed to be complete in the following week.
You had a presentation in science; analyze the-T-table and answer the questions below Then make a small presentation that you were to hand to the teacher about a subject of your choice; "analyze and describe" was the criteria your teacher had left you. Your science teacher, Mr. Éclaire was a funny man, old. Probably in his late fifty's had given you the homework assignment that was to be completed on Monday. It was currently Saturday.
In math, your teacher had told the class to take notes on calculus III & Algebra.
You sighed as you grabbed your science textbook and began highlighting keywords from the paragraph to analyze it.
You weren't a smart-smart student, but you were smarter than the average Joe, that's for sure. Above-average was the perfect word to describe you.
Your teachers usually adored you or you weren't their fancy. Your teachers now? Well, You're just another student to them. Another face that they have to teach. In university, most teachers don't take a second glance at your face. To put it in simpler terms, they don't care about you.
Your mind drifted back to your work. Your eyes scanning the paperwork in front of you, as you took notes on the side of some of the more important details.
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Thirty minutes had passed and you had highlighted about twenty-eight pages and had taken three pages, give or take of notes.
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