HOLDING the printed copy of the proposal to be submitted to her professor, Keena strolled in the hallway of the Business Administration building.
The proposal will serve as the final exam in the major subject.
She greeted the woman at the front desk who motioned at her to enter the teacher’s lounge.
“He’s waiting for that. You’re the last one for today.” The friendly, old woman told her.
“I’m sorry.”
She went to the third cubicle from the main entrance of the lounge.
A man in his fifties was seated in his chair. He was browsing the papers on top of his table.
“Come on in, Ms. Alexander. I am waiting for your proposal. Pray tell, it’s not as frustrating as your classmates.”
She laughed at the professor’s statement. She gave him the folder.
“Go before we have a one-on-one discus
