The In-Between changed its shape in my old university classroom.
It was a spacious, well-lit room with neatly arranged rows of desks and chairs. The professor's podium stood at the front, complete with a laptop and a projector for the professor to use as a teaching aid.
"Class dismissed," the professor announced, leaving the classroom before everybody else.
As soon as he disappeared from view, the majority of the class sighed in relief that they could finally leave the campus. But honestly, can you blame them? It was already past seven in the evening when he dismissed the class. He went overtime way too much on just the first day of classes.
I (probably just a year or two younger than the current me) headed out of the classroom with a glum expression.
'Why hasn't Klaus texted me yet?' I thought in annoyance. 'He hasn't been responsive for the past few days.'
