first day â november 17
Elliottâs lunch wasnât exactly nutritious either - it had nothing to do with money but it was mainly out of laziness on his part and not particularly liking much of the food that was sold. All he had was a bagel and cream cheese and a large mug off coffee. It was practically something that he lived on. âThey were pretty good,â He said, smiling as he took a sip from his coffee. âMusic is usually an interesting class to teach,â He had substituted before for the politics class - Elliott had a decent grasp on it considering he took it in high school but it wasnât anywhere near as good as his own class. âHow was your first morning, then?â
âI used to want to teach music, but...well, that didnât pan out.â Blaine shrugged, tearing his sandwich in half and taking a bite of one the halves. He chewed slowly and swallowed before answering. âIt was rather uneventful, much to the relief of my nerves.â The night before and all morning before arriving at the academy Blaine had been so nervous about his first real job, heâd even almost lost his breakfast before leaving his apartment.Â












