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You just stand in the doorway, waiting patiently. Gradually, students begin to notice you there and shoot you awkward glances. Eventually, one of them raises their hand and is called on.
“Yes Lisa?”
“There’s someone in the doorway, Dr. Cummings.”
The teacher turns towards you and you at last get a decent look at her face. Not bad for an older woman.
“May I help you, young man? I’m in the middle of a lecture.”