Second Chance
Angela stumbled
into the darkened lecture hall 20 minutes late
and slid into a seat in the back.
Down below the professor was talking near a lighted screen.
In the auditorium students were taking notes, emailing, or texting.
Adjusting her eyes to the darkness
Angela squinted at the screen
and scolded herself for having forgotten her glasses.
Get a grip, Angela said to herself,
this is only the first day of class.
As the professor droned on and on she felt lost.
Maybe this was a mistake she thought to herself.
After a while, Angela must have fallen asleep
because suddenly the lights came up
and everyone began moving.
While collecting her things she overheard students behind her
discussing the professor’s lecture on British literature.
Somewhat relieved, Angela realized she had been in the wrong class.
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