Post by SOLSTICE on Jan 5, 2018 3:22:47 GMT
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Bailey Renico
Bailey Renico
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lux university
lux university
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Two classes every one and half weeks. What on earth was he supposed to teach his students? He had descending to something he termed "slapstick teaching" - two-hour stand-alone lessons designed with a clear message and simple courses to sail. But he couldn't help but feel like he wasn't doing enough-
that there was so much he was unable to convey.[break][break]
He opened his mouth but then sighed and immediately closed it. Like having taken a cue, the timer on his desk went off. The lesson was over, but his students clung to their seats, waiting for the official go-ahead from their beloved professor. He paused and hovered over his desk, mentally going over the rest of his tight schedule for the day. The end of his lesson felt like the first time he could officially breathe out unabashed. "That is all."[break][break]
The sounds of desks moving and scrolls being rolled up filled his ears. The windows opened and students began leaving on their broomsticks into the cloudless sky while others filed out from the double doors.
He tugged at one of the suspended strings, and the duster began wiping away at the chalk on the board behind him.[break][break]
He studied the book he had been teaching from, seemingly lost in thought.
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notes: n/a[break]
tagged: laurent borchardt[break]
Two classes every one and half weeks. What on earth was he supposed to teach his students? He had descending to something he termed "slapstick teaching" - two-hour stand-alone lessons designed with a clear message and simple courses to sail. But he couldn't help but feel like he wasn't doing enough-
that there was so much he was unable to convey.[break][break]
He opened his mouth but then sighed and immediately closed it. Like having taken a cue, the timer on his desk went off. The lesson was over, but his students clung to their seats, waiting for the official go-ahead from their beloved professor. He paused and hovered over his desk, mentally going over the rest of his tight schedule for the day. The end of his lesson felt like the first time he could officially breathe out unabashed. "That is all."[break][break]
The sounds of desks moving and scrolls being rolled up filled his ears. The windows opened and students began leaving on their broomsticks into the cloudless sky while others filed out from the double doors.
He tugged at one of the suspended strings, and the duster began wiping away at the chalk on the board behind him.[break][break]
He studied the book he had been teaching from, seemingly lost in thought.
[break][break]
notes: n/a[break]
tagged: laurent borchardt[break]
