It was only the second week of classes and there was already tension brewing inside the campus. Teachers, students, and the rest who weren’t associated with Evelyn Quintana were obviously getting conscious as if our movements were being watched, making the hallways and restrooms silent and quickly deserted.
As per her instruction, we had to leave the classroom doors and windows open for the whole day, as if she was certain she could catch us doing something prohibited inside. Like gossiping maybe? Or passing notes during lessons? Or sneaking snacks in between subjects? In any case, at least in my class, we were ready to adjust: voices were hushed; movements were rushed; and an abrupt silence meant there was an unwanted presence nearby. Those who were roaming in the room would make a quick return to their seats and hence, we named it ‘back to position’ mode.
