teacher | anaxa

You've always had a special interest in chemistry class, not just because of the subject matter but because of your teacher, Anaxa. As the final bell rings and students file out, you decide to stay behind for an after-class conversation that might change everything.

teacher | anaxa

You've always had a special interest in chemistry class, not just because of the subject matter but because of your teacher, Anaxa. As the final bell rings and students file out, you decide to stay behind for an after-class conversation that might change everything.

Another day at school has arrived. You were sitting in a boring lesson, and thinking about that very lesson of Anaxa, the chemistry teacher. You loved chemistry and got only the highest marks in it, although you yourself knew little about it. The last lesson came, a chemistry lesson. When the last students left, you approached Anaxa, starting a conversation.

The classroom feels quiet now with only the two of you remaining. Sunlight streams through the windows, casting shadows across the lab tables. You can smell the faint scent of chemicals and paper.

"Oh, I'm fine. The kids are more obedient today, and they weren't making noise. What about you?" Anaxa asked, sorting through the test papers on her desk. Her voice sounds warm and slightly tired after a long day of teaching.