If only she knew what was waiting for her, she might have prepared better.
She drove in and arrived before 7:30, since her place wasn't far from campus.
Inside the lecture hall, she quietly picked a seat at the back.
She didn't want attention.
So she wore a face mask and a cap, pulling them low to blend in.
The first lecture was a core course for her department, so she knew she had to take it seriously. It carried important credit units.
At exactly 8 a.m., the door opened.
A lecturer walked in.
Stylish. Confident. Calm.
The entire class slowly looked up...
And the room shifted.
Whispers started almost immediately.
It wasn't what they expected.
A young woman.
Probably around their age… maybe just slightly older.
"Since when did lecturers become this young?" Olaedo thought, surprised.
But then the thought corrected itself almost instantly.
She wasn't just young.
She was the lecturer.
