Fri Jul 10, 2015 8:25 pm by Merisa
For once, the redhead looked around the class from not the back, or even amongst the desks. As he straightened out his long white shirt, which had the sleeves removed (professionally done so there would be no loose strands), the flaps of the end of the back of his shirt fell past the back of his knees as he smiled slightly. Who would have ever guessed that he'd have his own class? The wall behind him had a number of posters up, each one showing different finger gestures and hand signs that meant different things in sign language. The one that ran above the dry-erase board, however, had a hand sign for each letter of the alphabet. Between the windows on the east side of the classroom were even more posters. Each poster, of course, gave the meaning of the gesture described beside the words.
The collar of the white shirt he wore was lying down rather than propped up like sometimes it was, the front of the shirt buttoned shut. A tie that was wrapped around his neck was worn carefully, though it had taken more than a few minutes to figure out exactly how to get the damned thing set up right. Fighting a shiver, Arik realized that the place wasn't exceedingly warm lately and it was a little cool to him. The large, dark coat that he'd worn rested upon the back of his chair, pushed into the desk that was set off to the side along with the laptop and other little odds and ends that he'd brought to work today, just in case he needed them. The jeans he wore extended just over his dress shoes, perhaps a little long on his legs but he wasn't about to complain- they were comfortable, clean, and they fit well anyway.
Glancing up to the clock on the back wall, he watched as it ticked away idly. There were only another twenty minutes before class would begin, and he hoped that things would go well. This would be his first real class of his own, and he wiped a bit of sweat from his brow with the back of his arm at the bit of nervousness that he felt at the idea that now, he'd have to actually take care of all the stuff in the class on his own. Was this what so many first-time, full-time teachers felt? Other than the pain of the extra-low pay, compared to the other people that were still at college, that is?
The collar of the white shirt he wore was lying down rather than propped up like sometimes it was, the front of the shirt buttoned shut. A tie that was wrapped around his neck was worn carefully, though it had taken more than a few minutes to figure out exactly how to get the damned thing set up right. Fighting a shiver, Arik realized that the place wasn't exceedingly warm lately and it was a little cool to him. The large, dark coat that he'd worn rested upon the back of his chair, pushed into the desk that was set off to the side along with the laptop and other little odds and ends that he'd brought to work today, just in case he needed them. The jeans he wore extended just over his dress shoes, perhaps a little long on his legs but he wasn't about to complain- they were comfortable, clean, and they fit well anyway.
Glancing up to the clock on the back wall, he watched as it ticked away idly. There were only another twenty minutes before class would begin, and he hoped that things would go well. This would be his first real class of his own, and he wiped a bit of sweat from his brow with the back of his arm at the bit of nervousness that he felt at the idea that now, he'd have to actually take care of all the stuff in the class on his own. Was this what so many first-time, full-time teachers felt? Other than the pain of the extra-low pay, compared to the other people that were still at college, that is?
