#5 Correct Me If I’m Wrong
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but class begins at nine AM sharp, does it not?” Dr. Sharpe asked.
The male student eased the door shut behind him until it closed with a quiet snick. He offered nothing more than a muttered, “I’m sorry” as he fled towards his seat.
Class did not begin until 9:05. No one called him out on it.
They never did.
First Years: bright and industrious enough to earn their seats in the medical school and thus his classroom–and so new that the creases hadn’t yet disappeared from their lab coats.
None of them aware they had entered the lion’s den.
It would be a great semester. Dr. Sharpe could feel it.
“Open to page twenty-five!” he barked. A few of the more timid ones jumped in surprise. “And welcome to Anatomy 101.”
He would make lions of them, too, before the end.