seraphcelene | (no subject)

All those shiny new freshman. Packs of wet-behind-the-ears, face-full-o-acne freshmen roaming nervously around the campus. Voices loud and full of bravado as if the fear weren't plain to see. I do no envy them the uncertainty of that kind of youth, although I do envy the time and the clean slate.

It was an interesting day. Professor HMS I'm Serious seems cool, but his course is no joke, pretend to give me a little respect. It seems a little haphazard, but we'll see. Maybe it won't be as challenging as I had thought. Maybe it will be a breezy project to ease me into the schedule. We're already looking at next week off on account of Labor Day. That is not a bad thing and I have my book and will be all prepared to read two whole chapters before next class.

I'm nervous. Not so much about teaching the youth, but more about what I'm expected to do as a teacher. That's gonna be the hard part. I've never been good at saving people.

Now, here, too, is the challenge. A six hour work day. Three hours of class and now that I'm home all I want is to kick back and finish up Stars Falling from the Sky, my most recent foray into the kdrama. Then I'd like to rewind time a bit a revisit Boys Over Flowers. After that maybe I'll push it back even further and dive into Coffee Prince again. That will have to wait, I suppose. I've got two episodes of Coffee House left.

Oh.

And Homework. There's still the homework.