I could remember back in my sophomore year when I was a mentor for that class of freshmen that came in.
All the new faces were separated and were assigned to various upperclassmen. Most of my students in the group were decent except for one lazy soul named Lindita Selmani.
“Alright, everyone. Introduce yourselves!” I said in a perky voice.
“I’m X, and I’m a science major.”
“I’m Y, and I’m an English education major.”
Then, it was her turn.
“My name is Lindita, and I’m still debating my major to be honest with you.”
I just smiled like nothing happened, but in my head, I was laughing at this supine underclassman.
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