I like checking my mail and seeing anything from him. I haven’t seen Misha in months-not since Christmas-and even though he sends me letters and calls on Skype all the time, it’s the packages he teases me about that I anticipate almost as much as the prospect of seeing him. Stuffing everything into my bag, I shoot out of my chair and jog down the stairs, crossing the front of the classroom, and pushing through the doors. I swipe my keyboard and iPad off the table, my heart starting to race in anticipation. I’ll be in my office until six if anyone needs me.” He smiles, always seeming to enjoy messing with us, and looks up at the clock. The whole class breaks into laughter, all of us squirming in our seats. “She liked snakes, and…snakes…like…warm…places…” Professor Jacobson sees the blank stares around the room and laughs, giving us a bigger hint as to his meaning. I blink and finally look at him, my curiosity peaked now. The aging professor sits on his table down front, his legs dangling above the floor. In addition to seeing the film, of course. I’ve read all the articles and other assigned reading. A girl after my own heart.Īlthough I’ve learned to be more tolerant and patient. “Did she really like snakes as much as they portrayed?” “Is the movie accurate?” a young woman down the aisle to my right asks. It’s not that I’m not interested, but I’m supposed to get a package from Misha today, and I want to get back to my dorm. I tap my pencil, glancing up at the clock, willing the minute hand to move faster. “So Alexander the Great, as you know, had a very close relationship with his mother, who was exceedingly influential is his life,” the professor lectures.

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