Oct 11, 2019 16:09:34 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2019 16:09:34 GMT -6
Settling into the routine of classes and work was a bit rough on the half-breed, but at the same time gave him a task to focus on as he worked his way slowly towards a bigger goal. If he could get some classes and different experiences under his belt, he could be better equipped for whatever hell would wait for him when he finally took that leap again and faced off with them….hopefully for the last time. On top of that, with a stable job, he could get a decent home for himself and his main goal and support them too. So yes, while it was a lot of hard work and patient trying at times, he would do what he had to do to get to where he wanted to go.
With that goal firmly in mind, Calabus would go through his day of classes before swinging by the dorms to change and get ready to teach a class on writing and art to some middle schoolers. His two back-to-back classes would go well enough despite one student making him want to hang her by the end of class. He had somehow managed to keep his cool despite all the pushing she had done and for today she had walked out of the class unharmed, but next time? She might not be so lucky. He wondered if he could be fired for disciplining students. He wasn’t full staff yet, but still it was his job to teach and keep order when not doing school work. Hmm... he would probably have to ask someone about their rules on that…see what he could actually bend a bit to get a point across. Well that would be a matter for another day.
In any case, while his mind wandered about, he would go about cleaning the classroom up from the art project they had done, making sure to make it spotless for whatever class was to have the room next. Grabbing the broom from a corner, he would start at the back of the class to collect any paper or what not that had managed to get on the floor. It was amazing really just how much a mess kids could make sometimes. Oh well.
With that goal firmly in mind, Calabus would go through his day of classes before swinging by the dorms to change and get ready to teach a class on writing and art to some middle schoolers. His two back-to-back classes would go well enough despite one student making him want to hang her by the end of class. He had somehow managed to keep his cool despite all the pushing she had done and for today she had walked out of the class unharmed, but next time? She might not be so lucky. He wondered if he could be fired for disciplining students. He wasn’t full staff yet, but still it was his job to teach and keep order when not doing school work. Hmm... he would probably have to ask someone about their rules on that…see what he could actually bend a bit to get a point across. Well that would be a matter for another day.
In any case, while his mind wandered about, he would go about cleaning the classroom up from the art project they had done, making sure to make it spotless for whatever class was to have the room next. Grabbing the broom from a corner, he would start at the back of the class to collect any paper or what not that had managed to get on the floor. It was amazing really just how much a mess kids could make sometimes. Oh well.