I hear my name being called as I head out of the computer lap to grab a cup of coffee. It's the poetry professor.
"[Jae]!" He says.
I see he is walking out of the English division faculty hallway.
"Your paper was phenomenal," he says to me smiling. "I gave you a 100, and I never do that."
"Wow! That means so much to me," I respond, and I'm considering if I stand here long enough, I'll start crying.
"I'm thinking about showing some of the sample essays, and I would use yours."
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