Logan Flott

The Next Name

The wood grain of my desk was smooth under my fingertips. I had been tracing it for the last hour, trying to keep my eyes cast down. Despite my efforts to avoid his gaze, I knew my Civil War professor could not take his eyes off me in class. I wasn’t processing the subject matter as I took my notes, and if I were to have guessed, I would have said Dr. Harlow was just as committed to the material as I.