Thirty seven year old Sarah sat by the window of her apartment, hot chocolate in hand, and looked over the city she lived in. It was strange how only about twelve years ago she had graduated high school and was really awkward about it, scared of the world. But now that she was older, had a comfortable job, a group of supportive people, students, Sarah was content in her life.
Oh, certainly she still felt an element of the old fear of judgment, the uncomfortableness of introducing herself. Thankfully her new students every year already knew about the strange professor they would have teaching first year college level biochemistry at the University of Queens.
It was amazing that she had gotten to this point. If it hadn’t been for the University of Queens offering her a scholarship in a hazard cat inclusion program, even if hazard cats weren’t at the same level of intelligence as humans, she wouldn’t have discovered her love of teaching, her love of help people understand.
She had tutored deaf students first because of her knowledge of ASL. Most of the deaf students were middle school or younger, and Sarah was able to get through to them and teach them, helping them succeed in school.
But science was still her true passion, her one true love as it were. She got a teaching degree, and applied to many colleges as a professor. Despite her credentials, her practice, her internships, her knowledge, many turned her down. Her own beloved University of Queens was the school to finally hire her, and she couldn’t be happier. Her students were all wonderful, all so eager to learn. Yes, she had a co-teacher for when they did labs. Yes, sometimes she’d have to repeat herself, however she was able to add humor.
As Sarah sipped her hot chocolate, reflecting on her life, a hummingbird zipped by. It seemed to wink at her as it zoomed past, startling the poor lady. They were definitely still out to get everyone, but now because of one of her classes, they were also out to get her into romance. One of her students, Rodrigo by name, had been wearing a humming bird shirt at the same time that he had been asking about her romantic status, and not because he was interested but out of sheer curiosity. It seemed to her then that the hummingbird on his shirt stared at her menacingly as she awkwardly tried to explain how she felt that she only developed romantic feelings if she was really super close and knew that person well. Truly, hummingbirds were evil creatures,