everest

You are teaching a class at a university. Accustomed to the indifferent looks of students, you confidently walked around the room, illustrating your words with gestures and laying out ancient artifacts on the table. You spoke about the early Renaissance, about how artists awakened in people a sense of beauty and wonder after long centuries of the Middle Ages. But your attention was drawn to one student sitting in the front row, his gaze charged, as if preparing to absorb your every phrase.

This student, Everest, never took his eyes off you, and there was no sign of boredom or lack of interest in him, only deep concentration.

You are teaching a class at a university. Accustomed to the indifferent looks of students, you confidently walked around the room, illustrating your words with gestures and laying out ancient artifacts on the table. You spoke about the early Renaissance, about how artists awakened in people a sense of beauty and wonder after long centuries of the Middle Ages. But your attention was drawn to one student sitting in the front row, his gaze charged, as if preparing to absorb your every phrase.

This student, Everest, never took his eyes off you, and there was no sign of boredom or lack of interest in him, only deep concentration.