“Harper Smith” echoed in Isis’ head as she stood in front of the man she shared a dance with just two nights ago. As she smiled and shook his hand, small panic started to work its way up her spine. Ignoring the tingling in her spine, she recited the speech she prepared while she was en-route to campus.
“Well, Mr. Smith, it is great to finally meet you. Again, I’m sorry that I’m late. Morning traffic was a little heavier than usual. It looks like you’ve gotten yourself settled in.” Isis said as she looked around him and at his bag and books that were already set up on the table.
“Have you already gotten your usernames for the computer systems and Coursework?” Isis trailed on as Harper examined her facial features and was almost lost for words at how beautiful she was. The dark didn’t do her justice, he thought to himself. His eyes searched her eyes to see if there was a sense of familiarity but she was hard to read. Isis could tell he wasn’t listening to her, so she politely waved her hand in front of his to get his attention.
“Oh…umm. Yes ma'am” Harper responded as he scratched his head.
“I read over the class schedule and you’ll be teaching two classes this semester. I hope that isn’t too much for you starting off.”
“No ma’am not at all. I’m actually excited about teaching here. It’s always been my dream to teach at Columbia University.”
“Well when you have a minute after you have gotten through your first day of classes, stop by my office. Until then, I’ll leave you to it.” Isis said as the first couple of students started to trickle in. As Isis started her way back up the stairs she came down, the few early students greeted her with warm hellos, she politely waved back but her mind was somewhere else. As she took the last step, she quickly looked over her shoulder to make sure what just happened actually did. Seeing that Harper was still standing in the same place with a devilish smile on his face, she knew that it was real.
“Harper Smith” echoed in Isis’ head as she stood in front of the man she shared a dance with just two nights ago. As she smiled and shook his hand, small panic started to work its way up her spine. Ignoring the tingling in her spine, she recited the speech she prepared while she was en-route to campus.
“Well, Mr. Smith, it is great to finally meet you. Again, I’m sorry that I’m late. Morning traffic was a little heavier than usual. It looks like you’ve gotten yourself settled in.” Isis said as she looked around him and at his bag and books that were already set up on the table.
“Have you already gotten your usernames for the computer systems and Coursework?” Isis trailed on as Harper examined her facial features and was almost lost for words at how beautiful she was. The dark didn’t do her justice, he thought to himself. His eyes searched her eyes to see if there was a sense of familiarity but she was hard to read. Isis could tell he wasn’t listening to her, so she politely waved her hand in front of his to get his attention.
“Oh…umm. Yes ma'am” Harper responded as he scratched his head.
“I read over the class schedule and you’ll be teaching two classes this semester. I hope that isn’t too much for you starting off.”
“No ma’am not at all. I’m actually excited about teaching here. It’s always been my dream to teach at Columbia University.”
“Well when you have a minute after you have gotten through your first day of classes, stop by my office. Until then, I’ll leave you to it.” Isis said as the first couple of students started to trickle in. As Isis started her way back up the stairs she came down, the few early students greeted her with warm hellos, she politely waved back but her mind was somewhere else. As she took the last step, she quickly looked over her shoulder to make sure what just happened actually did. Seeing that Harper was still standing in the same place with a devilish smile on his face, she knew that it was real.
“Harper Smith” echoed in Isis’ head as she stood in front of the man she shared a dance with just two nights ago. As she smiled and shook his hand, small panic started to work its way up her spine. Ignoring the tingling in her spine, she recited the speech she prepared while she was en-route to campus.
“Well, Mr. Smith, it is great to finally meet you. Again, I’m sorry that I’m late. Morning traffic was a little heavier than usual. It looks like you’ve gotten yourself settled in.” Isis said as she looked around him and at his bag and books that were already set up on the table.
“Have you already gotten your usernames for the computer systems and Coursework?” Isis trailed on as Harper examined her facial features and was almost lost for words at how beautiful she was. The dark didn’t do her justice, he thought to himself. His eyes searched her eyes to see if there was a sense of familiarity but she was hard to read. Isis could tell he wasn’t listening to her, so she politely waved her hand in front of his to get his attention.
“Oh…umm. Yes ma'am” Harper responded as he scratched his head.
“I read over the class schedule and you’ll be teaching two classes this semester. I hope that isn’t too much for you starting off.”
“No ma’am not at all. I’m actually excited about teaching here. It’s always been my dream to teach at Columbia University.”
“Well when you have a minute after you have gotten through your first day of classes, stop by my office. Until then, I’ll leave you to it.” Isis said as the first couple of students started to trickle in. As Isis started her way back up the stairs she came down, the few early students greeted her with warm hellos, she politely waved back but her mind was somewhere else. As she took the last step, she quickly looked over her shoulder to make sure what just happened actually did. Seeing that Harper was still standing in the same place with a devilish smile on his face, she knew that it was real.
"Harper Smith" echoed in Isis' head as she stood in front of the man she shared a dance with just two nights ago. As she smiled and shook his hand, small panic started to work its way up her spine. Ignoring the tingling in her spine, she recited the speech she prepared while she was en-route to campus.
"Well, Mr. Smith, it is great to finally meet you. Again, I'm sorry that I'm late. Morning traffic was a little heavier than usual. It looks like you've gotten yourself settled in." Isis said as she looked around him and at his bag and books that were already set up on the table.
"Have you already gotten your usernames for the computer systems and Coursework?" Isis trailed on as Harper examined her facial features and was almost lost for words at how beautiful she was. The dark didn't do her justice, he thought to himself. His eyes searched her eyes to see if there was a sense of familiarity but she was hard to read. Isis could tell he wasn't listening to her, so she politely waved her hand in front of his to get his attention.
"Oh...umm. Yes ma'am" Harper responded as he scratched his head.
"I read over the class schedule and you’ll be teaching two classes this semester. I hope that isn’t too much for you starting off.”
“No ma’am not at all. I’m actually excited about teaching here. It’s always been my dream to teach at Columbia University.”
“Well when you have a minute after you have gotten through your first day of classes, stop by my office. Until then, I’ll leave you to it." Isis said as the first couple of students started to trickle in. As Isis started her way back up the stairs she came down, the few early students greeted her with warm hellos, she politely waved back but her mind was somewhere else. As she took the last step, she quickly looked over her shoulder to make sure what just happened actually did. Seeing that Harper was still standing in the same place with a devilish smile on his face, she knew that it was real.
As Isis exited the classroom her mind continued to play the last five minutes over in her head. She moved through the now chaotic hallways almost in slow motion. Students waved as she passed and Isis absentmindedly waved back. Walking into her office she was met with the smell of brown sugar which meant her student assistant was here before she was. “͞Great͟” Isis murmured as she rid herself of her overcoat and briefcase. She walked over to her Keurig to make herself a much needed cup of coffee. As she debated over what flavor she wanted, her office door came swinging open and in walked her overzealous student assistant.
“͞Dean DuBois! I’ve been looking all over for you. I even tried to call you but your phone is off. Well I wanted you to know that the new professor was here and let me tell you he doesn’t look like a professor. He is actually too cute to be one. Did anybody check his credentials? I mean all the girls are talking about it….” Zoey was rambling and Isis wasn’t caffeinated enough for it and she was still unsure if her recent encounter was real or not.
Isis started to rub her temples as Zoey continued to rant on. “͞Zoey, you’re rambling and I haven’t even had my coffee yet.͟ And yes I know the new professor is here we just had a brief introduction.” Isis turned her attention back to her decision of what coffee to quick brew and just opted for a generic Dunkin Donuts’ pod. Popping it in the machine she pressed brew and turned to face Zoey.
Isis was ready to walk in to her office when the door opened and a few students entered. They came in to check to see if she needed any extra TA’s for the semester and before she could answer Zoey said a quick no. Isis chuckled internally because she now knows why people think she plays favorites. Even though Zoey can be long winded she is a hard worker and an overall great TA. Isis doesn’t have to ask much of her overzealous assistant and that works perfectly for her. The now disappointed students muttered an “oh okay maybe next semester” and exited her office.
“So Zoey, how was your break?” Isis’ back was now towards her again as she picked up her cup of hot coffee.
“It was cool! I didn’t do much. But I think I found the perfect seminar project for your class this semester. It is so awesome! I’m telling you, you’re going to love it!”
“I thought the point of a break was to take a break. This is your last semester with me Zoey, I want you to enjoy it.” Isis gave her a warm smile. “So what is this project you came up with?” Isis motioned her head toward her office door and Zoey followed her ready to present her idea. As Isis sat at her mahogany desk her office phone started ringing. Before she was able to react to it, Zoey answered it.
“Dean Dubois’s Office how can I help you?” Isis shook her head. She knew deep down inside that Zoey always means well but sometimes she forgets that this was in fact her office and this big office came with a secretary and she often walked the line of being more of a secretary then her TA.
“Hi President Stevens! Yes, Dean Dubois is here. Yes, please hold” Zoey handed the phone to Isis and then made herself comfortable on the high back leather chair that was opposite of Isis. Isis stared blankly at Zoey and waited for her to leave her office. Zoey finally looked up and caught the vibe that she was sending. “I have class anyway.” She muttered as she collected her stuff and left.
“Hello President Stevens. Welcome back!” Isis tried her hardest to sound upbeat but at the moment she just wanted to slide out of her shoes drink her coffee and catch up on emails before going to her first class. Isis blew into her coffee before taking a sip. She hissed when the scolding caffeinated drink burned the tip of her tongue.
“I came by your office today and I was surprised to see your TA and not you. Did you forget you had to meet the new member of your faculty?” Isis immediately rolled her eyes and took a deep breath.
“No, I did not forget. I spoke with him and we are meeting after classes today. And don’t you mean your new faculty member? This is your pick not mine. I don’t even know if he is qualified to handle this position. He doesn’t even look like a real professor.” Isis knew she sounded like a spoiled child but she was protective over her department and didn’t like anyone messing with it. The Dean and Isis went back and forth for a few minutes until she decided she was finished with the conversation and politely excused herself because a make believe student was at her door.
“Isis, do not run this professor off. He is a great addition to your department. Play nice!” And with that the phone went dead. Isis was left with a puzzled look on her face. “Did that man just tell me to play nice?” Isis scoffed. “Asshole” she said out loud.
Scoffing to herself, she realized it was time for her morning class, grabbing her still hot coffee and her laptop bag she exited her office and headed to her classroom. As she walked down the hall she made a pit stop by Harper’s class and popped her head in. He was in the midst of discussing gender roles and how they’ve changed over the last 20 years. Isis was slightly impressed with what he was saying and was getting ready to walk out when one of the students raised their hand.
“So, Professor Harper, what role does your wife or girlfriend play?” Isis studied the young students body language and it oozed sex. Isis rolled her eyes and let out a small scuff. She didn’t stay to hear Harper’s response because she knew that he would play right into that young students fantasies. She left the spot she was in and finished her walk to her classroom. Her thoughts were still all over the place. Dismissing them, she entered the classroom and set her stuff up.
The door flew open and in walked her first students, they all said hello and found a seat. Isis unpacked her laptop and phone, and placed both on silent. Just as she was about to take a seat, she overheard one of the students say “Girl, have you seen the new professor? Whew, I would love for him to teach me some roles…… in the bedroom” the group of women gave each other high-fives and giggled. Isis was appalled at the lewd comments that the group of students were making.
“Dean DuBois! Have you seen the new professor? I want to thank you for giving us some eye candy! Isn’t he fiiinnnneee?!” Another member of the girl group was now the one giving everyone a high-five.
“Yea he is something, alright” was all that Isis could mumbled. This man was giving her a headache and she didn’t even know him.
Without a verbal response, I lazily threw up my arm to bid the notoriously loud mouthed and yet highly esteemed Steven A. Smith a wave as I trekked towards the elevator. Once my middle finger tapped the round button so that it would illuminate, my head lightly plopped against the wall in frustration and yet an ounce of relief filled my core at the reality that I’d be on my way out of Bristol, Connecticut within the next couple of minutes. The faint ding signifying the elevator’s arrival couldn’t come fast enough but much like I had been doing for the last thirty minutes or so, I dragged myself onto it and allowed the doors to close without ever pressing the button for the ground floor. In its stillness, I briefly centered my thoughts with deep breaths as I’d learned to do in bullshit meditation sessions but the lax state of mind I sought after never happened within my form. I accepted that particular defeat as I finally pressed the button to descend to my awaiting chauffeured SUV.
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