The_gladiator
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**Please not this thread is closed for goddessofdarkness and myself**
name: Colin Jones
age: 26
marital status: single, currently
description
height: 6'0"
weight: average
hair: dark
eyes: blue gray
Athletic and in shape, Colin was not someone you would have expected to teach an english class. But eng111 college composition was the class that he had been asigned to teach. It was one of the best jobs a P.H.D. student could get at the university, because maybe someday when he was no longer a student he would be able to join the staff officially. Until then, he was stuck teaching a bunch of idiot college first years, how to write with commas and how not to use passive voice, drumbing it into their heads as they had been taught since the 8th grade. He hated it, they all thought they were gods gift to the world of writing, and they all sucked. No doubt about it, they were all terrible. So who was to blame him if he spent half of his class time in class BSing, or flirting it up with some of the cuter girls, I mean what was the point of teaching, they wouldn't learn the shit anyway. Alright so maybe he was a bit of a sinic, but who wasn't deep down?
It was the third week of class, and he was handing out their first paper back to them. He walked around the circle of students who sat in a circle in their desks. He flitted here and there giving back papers. He came to the last paper, and looked for the female which matched the flowing script of her name on the front. She had good penmanship, to bad she couldn't write worth a donkey's arse. She was the only one that had totally failed the asignment.
He handed it to her with a small smile, "Please see me after class to arrange to meet me in my office hours." he said unemotionally. "What'd he care if some dead beat chick failed his class anyway? Then he took a look at the student in question, and wondered if he should start caring...
name: Colin Jones
age: 26
marital status: single, currently
description
height: 6'0"
weight: average
hair: dark
eyes: blue gray
Athletic and in shape, Colin was not someone you would have expected to teach an english class. But eng111 college composition was the class that he had been asigned to teach. It was one of the best jobs a P.H.D. student could get at the university, because maybe someday when he was no longer a student he would be able to join the staff officially. Until then, he was stuck teaching a bunch of idiot college first years, how to write with commas and how not to use passive voice, drumbing it into their heads as they had been taught since the 8th grade. He hated it, they all thought they were gods gift to the world of writing, and they all sucked. No doubt about it, they were all terrible. So who was to blame him if he spent half of his class time in class BSing, or flirting it up with some of the cuter girls, I mean what was the point of teaching, they wouldn't learn the shit anyway. Alright so maybe he was a bit of a sinic, but who wasn't deep down?
It was the third week of class, and he was handing out their first paper back to them. He walked around the circle of students who sat in a circle in their desks. He flitted here and there giving back papers. He came to the last paper, and looked for the female which matched the flowing script of her name on the front. She had good penmanship, to bad she couldn't write worth a donkey's arse. She was the only one that had totally failed the asignment.
He handed it to her with a small smile, "Please see me after class to arrange to meet me in my office hours." he said unemotionally. "What'd he care if some dead beat chick failed his class anyway? Then he took a look at the student in question, and wondered if he should start caring...