school days
It's NOT a regular Saturday. For the last month, she hasn't been REMOTELY close to a regular Saturday. She's in her LAST SEMESTER of her B.A. in Economics and, as PUNISHMENT for her reckless behaviour during more than three years, she's now the flamboyant TEACHER'S ASSISTANT of an already EXTRAVAGANT professor.
Sitting on a turned off dryer of the PEACEFUL Laundry Room of the basement -currently, the only quiet hook in her student's building-, she rummages through dozens of WORTHLESS essays of <<her students>>. As she studies the printed words in the white sheets, a D R Y smile contorts her face, having as only COMPANY the buzz of the washing machine and the fluorescent lights of the room.















