Wanted Poem by anais vionet

(last Friday)

My English class just ended and everyone's packing up (18 students) . The class is held outdoors under a tent due to COVID. My professor says, "Ms Vionet, may I speak with you for a moment? "

I froze, Oh, my God, I thought, is he about to tell me to quit - has he already identified some fundamental inadequacy in my work? The world seemed to go silent as I hefted my backpack and approached him.

"Ms Vionet, " he began.
"Anais, " I interjected.
"Anais, " he patiently started again, "We have a small professor's choice (invitation only) writing group that meets every two weeks,7 to 8 PM on Wednesdays - would you be interested in joining us? "

It was hard to hold back a pterodactyl screech of delight. "Yes sir, I'll be there"

"Here", he said, motioning to the tent classroom "weather permitting." He had packed up, he turned and headed for some nearby stairs.

I did a twirl of joy.
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