Shadowlace
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Amelia Jones stood outside the simple metal door to her first real class. Most of the others she had attended up until now were ones she had done years ago. Most of the information was the same. Still this class was different. The professor had an unorthodox teaching style, She liked to pair up the students for the class's main project. Which was a complete creation of a workable web business. Granted it was interesting, but none the less Amelia was worried, what if she got one of the barely outta high school boys who would ogle her or worse think her as his mother. No, she shook off the thought.
With a deep breath, she plunged forward. The Red-Haired divorcee stood at the back of the room, taking the workstations Amelia saw a pair of computers and a decent work table for a pair to work. It was quaint and thankfully only 8 tables. A few people already dotted the room, but most were like her, adults who had come here to advance their education, be if for the first time in later years or to advance their current career. Thankfully there was a table with no one at it near the back of the class and she took a seat.
The woman of 34 years sat wondering who would sit next to her. Other students filed in and began to take seats. One after the other they avoided her and sat elsewhere. Eventually, it came down to only her seat. Whoever was the next student would be her partner. Silently Amelia hoped and prayed to the powers that be that she would get someone who wasn't some sex obsessed male student.
With a deep breath, she plunged forward. The Red-Haired divorcee stood at the back of the room, taking the workstations Amelia saw a pair of computers and a decent work table for a pair to work. It was quaint and thankfully only 8 tables. A few people already dotted the room, but most were like her, adults who had come here to advance their education, be if for the first time in later years or to advance their current career. Thankfully there was a table with no one at it near the back of the class and she took a seat.
The woman of 34 years sat wondering who would sit next to her. Other students filed in and began to take seats. One after the other they avoided her and sat elsewhere. Eventually, it came down to only her seat. Whoever was the next student would be her partner. Silently Amelia hoped and prayed to the powers that be that she would get someone who wasn't some sex obsessed male student.