Curl By The Fire

I, Drama.

So we began consulting DIY travel tip videos (just because we can) and planning our holiday (though it was just a bit more CLASSIC HORROR MOVIE for me).

But there was the big bad wolf, called work, standing over my home's walls to try to dampen the rising mood. I went back to class, where some of my friends- sorry, students- were eager to know how my weekend had gone.

Sorry, I just realised I hadn't told you about myself at all. My name is Mia Bhatthra. I'm going on 28, hails from India and now works at Oxford as a Professor, specialising in Norse and Greco-Roman Mythology. I know it sounds terribly boring but it's fun to me, so Deal With It. I guess I need to explain more about the scenario that surrounds me and my life, considering that you are an impartial judge I'm consulting, but I can't. You'll know shortly enough why I need an impartial judge in the first place.

Well, to continue with back-to-school enquiries, two of my students, Fergus and Blair, had come over to do so. They were best friends who looked so cute together, but when I had told them about how adorable they looked together, they had glared really hard at me so now I merely said AWWWWWW in my head. Poor me.

They both were those choice students who make it to the honour roll of their teachers' hearts. Well, they sure had made it into mine.

They ambled over to my seat. Fergus smiled. "Good mornin', Mia. How was your weekend?"

I had insisted that my students called me by my name from the beginning of my tenure onwards. Maybe because I felt I was too close to my pupils' ages to be called Miss Bhatthra or Professor. Also the 'kids' thought I was the coolest teacher around, which was always a welcome feeling.

I shrugged, "Alright, I guess." They stared at me blankly at my short answer. You could say I was known for being very hyperactive, in both talk and walk.

I elaborated my problematic scenario before my favourite pupils. They looked across at one another many times during my monologue, and when I finally stopped, leaned forward as one.

"We think that you're kind of being.......over dramatic. Don't you think?"

Ugh. Over dramatic, my arse. Fergus Hill, Blair Cliffton, you both have been removed from the honor roll of my heart.