Post by Lori on Apr 22, 2016 21:01:52 GMT -5
Willis' shirt & pants & shoes / Carla's shirt & leggings & scarf
"Alright, good lesson. See you all next week," Willis finished his lesson and his students exited the room. Of course Willis would have to stay behind until they were all gone. Not like he was in a rush to leave, anyway. Though he'd love to get some lunch. Teaching was hungry work! But there was no class that came in directly after his nor did Willis have to rush anywhere after. Once the last student left, Willis picked up his book and made his way out of the building. For whatever reason his Creative Writing 101 class was not in the same building as his office so he would have to go to the cafeteria to pick up lunch before heading to his office. With any luck he could just close his door, put up a 'do not disturb' and munch on a couple slices of pizza while watching an episode of Star Wars Rebels.
Willis could already picture his lunch as he made his way to the cafeteria. A couple slices of pizza, a nice tall drink of soda, a bag of gummy bears on the side and maybe a brownie or cookie for later. Dammit, that was making him more hungry. "Outta my way! Important professor coming through, very limited lunch break time! Oh hey, great paper yesterday!" He yelled numerous things as he pushed his way through the crowds of students. He used his typical 'important professor who needs to eat' excuse as an attempt to get to the cafeteria faster. In pushing through a crowd and seeing one of his students of course he was going to compliment their paper. But it wasn't the time for Willis to go into details. It was time for him to eat. The most important meal of the day. The thing that would get him through the rest of the day. The thing that would help him focus on grading papers and doing his job to the best of his ability. Unfortunately for him it was also time for one other very important manner....
Carla was one of two students that Willis had asked to meet in his office during his hours. Her and another guy from one of his writing classes. Which Carla was shocked about. She had straight A's, rarely ever any B's; she took the most possible detailed notes, participated and gave as accurate answers as she could, not to mention she was sure she aced the short story she handed in two classes ago. Except that she didn't. What shocked her just as much was the other student who the professor wanted to see, Elliot, was just as smart. They had to be a couple of the best students; why the hell - excuse her language - would a professor want to see them about their papers? There was no way this was possible. She was not about to get a bad grade. Not even a decent grade.
On top of that, the professor didn't even seem to show up at his office on time. Carla's last class got out fifteen minutes ago and was in the same building, so she figured she'd just sit in the hall and wait. On a side note, why his office door specifically read Willis the Dillis was questionable. Trying to keep her thoughts calm and occupied as she waited, Carla took the opportunity to take one of her notebooks out of her backpack and go through the observations she needed to catch up on from the day. Unfortunately for her, it was to no avail? Where was that stupid professor? Excuse her language again. This was impossible. Taking in a breath, she ran her fingers through her thick locks before quickly turning her head, hoping it was the professor approaching. No, it was just Elliot. "Not here," she answered his unspoken question before turning her head back to her notes.
"Alright, good lesson. See you all next week," Willis finished his lesson and his students exited the room. Of course Willis would have to stay behind until they were all gone. Not like he was in a rush to leave, anyway. Though he'd love to get some lunch. Teaching was hungry work! But there was no class that came in directly after his nor did Willis have to rush anywhere after. Once the last student left, Willis picked up his book and made his way out of the building. For whatever reason his Creative Writing 101 class was not in the same building as his office so he would have to go to the cafeteria to pick up lunch before heading to his office. With any luck he could just close his door, put up a 'do not disturb' and munch on a couple slices of pizza while watching an episode of Star Wars Rebels.
Willis could already picture his lunch as he made his way to the cafeteria. A couple slices of pizza, a nice tall drink of soda, a bag of gummy bears on the side and maybe a brownie or cookie for later. Dammit, that was making him more hungry. "Outta my way! Important professor coming through, very limited lunch break time! Oh hey, great paper yesterday!" He yelled numerous things as he pushed his way through the crowds of students. He used his typical 'important professor who needs to eat' excuse as an attempt to get to the cafeteria faster. In pushing through a crowd and seeing one of his students of course he was going to compliment their paper. But it wasn't the time for Willis to go into details. It was time for him to eat. The most important meal of the day. The thing that would get him through the rest of the day. The thing that would help him focus on grading papers and doing his job to the best of his ability. Unfortunately for him it was also time for one other very important manner....
Carla was one of two students that Willis had asked to meet in his office during his hours. Her and another guy from one of his writing classes. Which Carla was shocked about. She had straight A's, rarely ever any B's; she took the most possible detailed notes, participated and gave as accurate answers as she could, not to mention she was sure she aced the short story she handed in two classes ago. Except that she didn't. What shocked her just as much was the other student who the professor wanted to see, Elliot, was just as smart. They had to be a couple of the best students; why the hell - excuse her language - would a professor want to see them about their papers? There was no way this was possible. She was not about to get a bad grade. Not even a decent grade.
On top of that, the professor didn't even seem to show up at his office on time. Carla's last class got out fifteen minutes ago and was in the same building, so she figured she'd just sit in the hall and wait. On a side note, why his office door specifically read Willis the Dillis was questionable. Trying to keep her thoughts calm and occupied as she waited, Carla took the opportunity to take one of her notebooks out of her backpack and go through the observations she needed to catch up on from the day. Unfortunately for her, it was to no avail? Where was that stupid professor? Excuse her language again. This was impossible. Taking in a breath, she ran her fingers through her thick locks before quickly turning her head, hoping it was the professor approaching. No, it was just Elliot. "Not here," she answered his unspoken question before turning her head back to her notes.