Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2013 14:18:41 GMT -5
Teaching was an entirely new situation for Nolan. Shaking his head as he stared at his blank computer screen, he realized just how difficult writing this syllabus was going to be. What did he want these kids to come away from his class understanding? How could he possibly seek to impress upon them the level of passion that he held for the subject of Journalism and Public Speaking for that matter?
The cursor on the desktop moved slightly as he stood up from his desk and folded his arms across his chest, looking out the small window that was in his office. It was strange - a million guesses and he would have never pegged himself as an Academy professor.
Nolan shook his head again and grabbed his jacket off the back of his desk chair, moving toward the exit of his office in search of the inner-peace that seemed to be eluding him in his current situation.
The thirty-two year old Professor walked directly out of the Academy, nodding to a few students who glanced at him as he passed, but never giving any sign of intention that he was going to stop.
He was hardly paying attention where he was going until he found himself in front of the library, “Lamson. Perfect,” Nolan muttered as he entered. With the influx of students on campus for the new semester, there seemed to be very few places where he could have uninterrupted reading time. However, since it was the start of the year, the students wouldn’t have flocked inside the hallowed bookshelves of Lamson quite yet.
Sitting down at one of the unoccupied tables of the library and throwing his jacket next to him on the oak, Nolan grabbed one of the nearest books and cracked it open, not bothering to check the title before he began actively reading the pages.