"Teacher."
After knocking on my mentor's door and letting the misfortune that seemed to cling to me leave the door ajar, I stood facing him.
It was an unwritten rule at the school that teachers and students couldn't close the door during their meetings.
No matter whether the heating was on in your office, or even if it was air-conditioned, the door simply had to stay open.
This rule was initially established to prevent certain special circumstances, but at this moment, feeling like I was being publicly executed, it only added to my embarrassment.
Gazing at my mentor's expressionless face made my legs tremble as if turned to jelly.
He took a sip of water and said slowly, "I've read your article."
"I was wrong!" I blurted out immediately.
