Post by Josh Dalton Worthington on Sept 10, 2007 1:39:27 GMT
Josh hurries across the Columbia campus, weaving through other students, who seemed to be walking at an unbelievably slow pace. If he was honest with himself, it was mostly because he was running late.
It’s not my fault! His students in Advanced Biology had all shown up 10 minutes late for their first class. He fumed slightly. Even hours later, it still stung a bit. Most of them were his former classmates, and the least he thought they could do would be to try to respect him. Instead, they’d totally blown him off, as if he wasn’t an actual teacher.
Because of that, he’d held them over an additional 10 minutes. I’m not falling behind on the first day! It was going to be hard enough to gauge his pacing on his first actual class ever, even if his students actually arrived on time. He’d made it clear that the next person to be late would be sent straight to Storm’s office. All he wanted to do was go and unwind after it all, but he’d had to get on the train for his afternoon classes at Columbia. And because he’d held them over, he’d missed his train - so he was running behind. Dinner with Warren and Bobby was the only thing holding him together at the moment. They'd made him promise to tell them everything about his first day.
Somewhere on campus, a bell rings, and the sidewalk begins to rapidly clear out. “Crap.” Josh bites his lip. His classroom building was on the other side of the one he was trying to get around currently. What if he…
Josh rationalizes it in that he has to make it on time to his first class. It was a small course section, and it wouldn’t do to make a bad impression on the first day. Too, most people here who would recognize him knew about his mutant powers. He glances around - there weren’t many people around - and clutches his messenger bag tightly, leaping upwards into a flip that clears the building.
As he lands, he looks around furtively. A girl with brown hair, up in a clip on the back of her head, is sitting under a tree with a textbook and MP3 player. Her eyebrows rise into her hairline, and a bemused look works its way onto her face.
Josh shrugs noncommittally, and races into the building, spotting his classroom on the left. He slips into the door, and into a seat. The professor, a tall blonde woman in a pantsuit and heels, surveys the room, looking annoyed at the empty seats. Her eyes lock into him, and a small smirk spreads across her face.
Oh, no… what did I do wrong? After a second, Josh realizes that it’s probably because he’s panting like he just ran a mile, flushed, and probably, completely freshman-looking. Because most of his introductory requirements were fulfilled at the Institute, this course was an upper-level elective. Most people here were probably juniors. The woman gives him a nod, and picks up a folder, opening it.
“According to the registrar, this class is full… which means that all the seats should be full.” A wry looks passes over her face. “I’m Dr. Jones, and this is Cellular and Molecular Neurobiology. I’m glad to see all of you this afternoon. As you’ll discover, skipping my class is one of my pet peeves. It’s fortunate you decided to show up, unlike your doomed colleagues.” Her eyes linger on the empty seats broodingly, and a ripple of laughter moves through the room.
Josh lets his bag slide to the ground, and pulls out a notebook. Whew. Day One… He leans back as Dr. Jones starts taking attendance.
It’s not my fault! His students in Advanced Biology had all shown up 10 minutes late for their first class. He fumed slightly. Even hours later, it still stung a bit. Most of them were his former classmates, and the least he thought they could do would be to try to respect him. Instead, they’d totally blown him off, as if he wasn’t an actual teacher.
Because of that, he’d held them over an additional 10 minutes. I’m not falling behind on the first day! It was going to be hard enough to gauge his pacing on his first actual class ever, even if his students actually arrived on time. He’d made it clear that the next person to be late would be sent straight to Storm’s office. All he wanted to do was go and unwind after it all, but he’d had to get on the train for his afternoon classes at Columbia. And because he’d held them over, he’d missed his train - so he was running behind. Dinner with Warren and Bobby was the only thing holding him together at the moment. They'd made him promise to tell them everything about his first day.
Somewhere on campus, a bell rings, and the sidewalk begins to rapidly clear out. “Crap.” Josh bites his lip. His classroom building was on the other side of the one he was trying to get around currently. What if he…
Josh rationalizes it in that he has to make it on time to his first class. It was a small course section, and it wouldn’t do to make a bad impression on the first day. Too, most people here who would recognize him knew about his mutant powers. He glances around - there weren’t many people around - and clutches his messenger bag tightly, leaping upwards into a flip that clears the building.
As he lands, he looks around furtively. A girl with brown hair, up in a clip on the back of her head, is sitting under a tree with a textbook and MP3 player. Her eyebrows rise into her hairline, and a bemused look works its way onto her face.
Josh shrugs noncommittally, and races into the building, spotting his classroom on the left. He slips into the door, and into a seat. The professor, a tall blonde woman in a pantsuit and heels, surveys the room, looking annoyed at the empty seats. Her eyes lock into him, and a small smirk spreads across her face.
Oh, no… what did I do wrong? After a second, Josh realizes that it’s probably because he’s panting like he just ran a mile, flushed, and probably, completely freshman-looking. Because most of his introductory requirements were fulfilled at the Institute, this course was an upper-level elective. Most people here were probably juniors. The woman gives him a nod, and picks up a folder, opening it.
“According to the registrar, this class is full… which means that all the seats should be full.” A wry looks passes over her face. “I’m Dr. Jones, and this is Cellular and Molecular Neurobiology. I’m glad to see all of you this afternoon. As you’ll discover, skipping my class is one of my pet peeves. It’s fortunate you decided to show up, unlike your doomed colleagues.” Her eyes linger on the empty seats broodingly, and a ripple of laughter moves through the room.
Josh lets his bag slide to the ground, and pulls out a notebook. Whew. Day One… He leans back as Dr. Jones starts taking attendance.