Araz Havan
At the beginning of class Lamb walks over to her desk -her gait is punctuated by a preference for her right leg – and places what looks like thousands of papers down with a thud. She eases herself up onto the desk and it momentarily tilts forward and supports Lamb with only two pegs. She doesn’t notice, pounding the desk and calling out for “offerings for the gods.”
At the beginning of class Lamb walks over to her desk -her gait is punctuated by a preference for her right leg – and places what looks like thousands of papers down with a thud. She eases herself up onto the desk and it momentarily tilts forward and supports Lamb with only two pegs. She doesn’t notice, pounding the desk and calling out for “offerings for the gods.”
It’s during this time when students rise in a mass exodus to the front of the classroom, their voices clamoring for a paper or a missing article, that you can see Lamb perched on her desk watching the chaos of her students with a fond smile.
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