@merakielysium
Whoever invented the concept of office hours was a damn fool. Mai shook her head at what would hopefully be her last student of the day left. She hoped her explanations would guide them to a more proper topic for their final paper. Mai glanced at the clock. Perfect. Only 15 minutes to go. Just enough time for her to get caught up with her emails for what seemed like the 20th time today. There was another fool, the inventor of email.s It made people feel as if they owned her time. It wasn’t as if she had several first hand documents to go over, papers to grade, and a book she could have been working on. She settled down to her swivel chair. There wasn’t anything groundbreaking. A few emails from students asking for letters of recommendation, some sending her drafts of papers, and the memos from the last department meeting.
The only truly notable thing was another email from that crazy mother. Mai had given a fair grade to one of her students and he must have been a legacy or rich, or both, as his mother from that point on had taken it upon herself to try and get his grade changed. She shook her head and simply forward it on to the Dean of Students for the steadily growing file they had for this case. It was after that, that she heard something at her door. Eyes flickered up to the time. Five minutes until her hours were up. Damn. Slightly annoyed Mai turned. “Can I help you?” she asked, wondering why someone who looked more like a graduate student was standing in the doorway.