Forty Eight

I stared at the lecturer who was looking at me with a barely conceived rage. It was so scary and I barely knew what to do to make it better. I turned towards the left. My seat partner had her textbook opened. I hadn’t even tried to open mine since the lecture began. “Em…” I tried once more, as I tentatively looked at the header off the page. “You were lecturing on gender inequality,” I answered sheepishly. “Pick a question in your textbook, and answer it,” the lecturer said firmly. Oh, Lord! What was his problem? I don’t know one thing about this topic, and now I will be forced to make a fool of myself. I had no choice though because all eyes were on me. I took the textbook, earning a glare from the owner, but I ignored her. I won’t be severely embarrassed for not even opening the exact page. I cleared my throat. “Is there a need to strive for equality when in a patriarchal society?” That was the hardest question I had ever seen in my whole life, and I honestly had no idea on ho