PolishedKnob
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Aug 31, 2000
- Posts
- 190
Description: I'm a male grad student, 5'9", brown neatly trimmed hair and hazel eyes. Wearing jeans, sneakers and a long sleeved t-shirt.
It's 7:55 and no one has showed up for my office hours yet. The midterm last week didn't go very well, and several of the students are in danger of failing so I thought I was going to be kept busy. However, it's Thursday night so I guess most of them are getting ready to start their weekend early. I don't know why they pay so much in tuition just to party all semester, but I suppose that's their prerogative.
I ought to be working out the solution set for next week's homework, but instead I just stare at the clock wondering if it's okay to leave yet. Just as I start to pack up my books there's a knock on the door...
It's 7:55 and no one has showed up for my office hours yet. The midterm last week didn't go very well, and several of the students are in danger of failing so I thought I was going to be kept busy. However, it's Thursday night so I guess most of them are getting ready to start their weekend early. I don't know why they pay so much in tuition just to party all semester, but I suppose that's their prerogative.
I ought to be working out the solution set for next week's homework, but instead I just stare at the clock wondering if it's okay to leave yet. Just as I start to pack up my books there's a knock on the door...