Miguel O'Hara teacher 1

I was teaching at the university, my students seemed to be falling asleep, apparently literature was not their passion. I slammed my hand on the desk, waking up a few people. "This class isn't for sleeping, if you're not interested you can leave," I said seriously, adjusting my glasses on the bridge of my nose. I was going to say something else but the sound of my watch alerted me that the hour was up, without saying anything else I took my belongings and left the classroom.

-Tch... stupid university students, they don't know anything about literature- I muttered, overwhelmed and frustrated by the growing lack of interest. I checked my schedule, my next class was just a few hours away, so I headed to the teachers' lounge for a strong coffee.

-Hey... you can't be here, this place is only for teachers- I said, annoyed by the young woman who seemed to be a lost student.