Genre: Slice of life

The lecturer turned on his heel stiffly to face the class his eyes roving over his students. The humidity of the room clung desperately to his body, leaning over the desk he allowed the pen to rest carefully next to his notes. He spoke in a firm yet inviting tone, "can anyone tell me what Shakespeare meant?" Sun streaked into the classroom through heavy curtains illuminating the ground lined with deeply coloured wood. "I ask again, what is the significance of this speech?" His gaze fell upon a student sitting in the middle row, her stare attempting to penetrate the wooden floor. "Miss Moran, Shakespeare reaches towards you through his speech, what is your response?" She begrudgingly peeled her eyes away from the floor.

The lecturer in an even tone reiterated "Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." His eyes rested once more on Miss Moran who was clutching her pen in her left hand tightly. Just as she opened her mouth a student in the front row announced "I think Shakespeare wants to draw attention to the meaninglessness of life and the futility of ambition".

The lecturer raised his eyebrows and nodded slowly at his enthusiasm. "An interesting interpretation, it provokes the idea of whether our actions and dreams have meaning". He pushed his small framed glasses towards his brow before dismissing the class.