I took the lesson with teacher N today.

At the beginning of the lesson, I tried to do something, and she realized that and asked what I was doing.
Since the books on my desk collapsed, I tried to restore them to their original position.
I made it, and she asked me how many books I had; These were about fifteen.

Regarding the books, she asked me if I had already started reading the book I mentioned in our former class.
Unfortunately, I’m reading a very thick book, and I’m just around 100 pages of 500 pages now, I hope to finish in one week, and after that, I will start reading a new one.

Although I’m in the middle of the story, I explained the plot; the main character was a girl with six siblings, and their father didn’t permit them to go to school.
She asked me if I knew similar situation stories.
I couldn’t remember, and she asked me if I was familiar with” Malala,” and I answered, “Yes.”

She shared her student’s experiences; according to him, his teacher had asked them to submit a summary regarding Malala, and she asked me if I did like that in my school days.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have an opportunity because I was already an adult when she gathered the attention.
A little later, she noticed that, but I was happy if she thought me younger than my real.