Jeff sighed as she walked in, exasperated by the hard time she was giving him, and now with no lesson plan ready he’d have to come up with something fast.
He walked in after her, students that were used to his tardiness waiting in their seats, talking and texting amongst themselves. At least they picked today to be normal, that was a good sign, right?
"Okay then..class.." God, has it really come to this? Teaching? The students looked up at the sound of his voice. Attentive not from respect but from surprise that he came in professionally and prepared to teach, instead of going to his desk and saying ‘read page I don’t give a crap’ like he does most days, and texting the rest of the class period. They waited for him to start.
”..What is law?” He wrote the question on the board, it seemed teacher-like. Luckily, if Jeffery was good at one thing, it was talking his way out of things. One inspiring speech later and he’d be out of this in no time.
"Now, I teach law here at Greendale.. so I don’t know much about law.
But I do know, about justice. We all do. We don’t need a degree for justice because we all have a sense of morality inside us. A compass, that doesn’t point to guilty or innocent, but right and wrong. We all have a natural sense of right and wrong. And I know what you’re thinking: if that’s true, then why the hell are we here in this classroom? If everyone has this ability, why are there only a handful of us lawyers? Leaders? Judges? I’ll tell you why. Because everyone in this room saw a chance to make the world a better place, and acted on it. Unlike the criminals, and unruly outlaws of this world, you believe in this world’s capacity for good over evil. You believed that right and wrong needed a code. A code that everyone can understand. That everyone could stand by so that everyone knows, in the end, good will prevail. Justice will be served. And the law?..”
Jeff looked at the clock in the back of the room. “Will be discussed more tomorrow,” he flashes an endearing smile. He had already shown up to his class late, he knew he just needed to talk until it was dismissed. “Read up on chapter four.”
"We don’t have textbooks.." a student’s faint protest was barely audible over the hustle and bustle of people exiting the room.
"Bye now," Jeff addressed his students, ignoring the comment.
Turning to Emily, a confident smirk on his face, he held out his hands as if saying ‘how’d I do?’
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