Chapter 1: The Academy’s High-Quality Slave I was attending graduate school for the second time. My day started with cleaning the school grounds. The reason being that there couldn’t be a single leaf left on the path that our lovely professor took to and from the school. Due to the downpour of rain last night, the corridors were an...
Chapter 1: The Academy’s High-Quality Slave I was attending graduate school for the second time. My day started with cleaning the school grounds. The reason being that there couldn’t be a single leaf left on the path that our lovely professor took to and from the school. Due to the downpour of rain last night, the corridors were an absolute mess. Nature’s precious gifts were strewn out all over the ground. The leaves formed a tight bond with the ground using water as an adhesive and had no intention of being swept into the garbage bin. Overcome by outrage as I was straining to sweep the floors with frail arms, I pretty much threw the broom down. “I can’t take this anymore.” Even graduate students who were jokingly called slaves didn’t clean their own schools. That was normally left to clea
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