The Collegiate Romance

Chapter 2

Bucky's Pov

I’m so tired of this fucking job. If I have to have one more lecture from the Dean of students about how “my students are afraid of me” I’m going to fucking quit. The only reason I’m like this is because no one ever does what they’re supposed to, and being in English 103 means debating and deep conversation. Only one of my students actually seems to be trying.. Morana. She’s interesting actually, which doesn’t usually happen without a student being Star-Trek-interesting. There’s something different about her, she’s a fucking genius.

She walked in with her friends. Or what I’m assuming were her friends. She had a brighter smile today. She had papers in her hands and a beverage. She quickly sat down and smiled. She tossed her bag under the desk she sat at, and let her head fall back. Her hair was curled, and she had no makeup on. She was so pretty, with her eyes still being tired and her face was a little puffy and red. She looks like she’d been up for hours.

“Good morning, Mr. Barnes,” she waved, and then glared at the guy that was behind her. “Are you retarded?” she questioned, looking at him.

She has some very strong words. I feel threatened.

“Good morning Morana.” I smiled as best I could but that usually looks scary to people. I’m gonna stop. “Looks like we’ve got a lot of people absent.”

I know I only even started with twenty students, but now I’m down to six. Am I really that bad?

I don’t want to be a bad professor. I want kids to learn to argue and be good with it. I want kids to leave this class and start arguing about stupid shit, but sound smart arguing about said stupid shit.

“Who can tell me what they found in the reading to be interesting?” I questioned the class.

One kid, that wasn’t Morana, raised their hand. “There wasn’t much to this paper, I mean it sounds like a bunch of Hyperbole.”

At least the kid knows what Hyperbole is? How is there no work ethic in this class?

I tried to keep my composure, but Morana then stated, “The introduction is simply one sentence which is not common, but interesting. The syntax also describes the abuse and assault the author went under. The repetition of sound, like page 2 paragraph 3, line 4 states, ‘whip, whack, crack’ creates that sense of imagery, almost creating a sense of a feeling of the physicality of the assault.” She’s a very confident student, and she knew what she was doing. She was insulting the other student, who said the paper was uninteresting.

What Morana did, is what I want kids to live with. I mean aside from her looks, and her personality, and bright eyes and her- she can fucking argue. And she doesn’t need her body to do that for her. Her mouth is talented. I’m sure in more ways than one.

She’s a student and probably 18. I can’t do this.

I shouldn’t be doing this.

“Okay, and where can we find other evidence of this?” I asked, trying to open the question to everyone. Morana’s hand shot up first. As much as I love her- no. Don’t. “Anyone else..?”

I saw Morana roll her eyes, and put her notes in front of her friends. The guy behind them put his hand up. “Page 1, paragraph 4, line 8, the author states, the fear that they felt, through very quick and easy sentences to read.”

“Okay…” I nodded. “What questions does this author put into the reader’s mind? What in terms of society do they try to communicate?”

Morana put her hand up, but then put it back down, and started to write something. Odd. Even her friend sitting beside her seemed concerned. From yesterday she doesn’t seem like that kind of student. A student who second-guesses herself. She seems to be the student that no matter how wrong she could be she’ll state everything with confidence.