Will had the corner office, and he absolutely hated it. Gerson Hall was the oldest building on Lakeham University’s campus; one of the first, he was told, that was built when the campus was first established in the late-1800’s. It was an apparent honor to be placed in the Neoclassical brick monstrosity — but with no A/C in late-August, it was absolute hell.
Usually, after class, he headed right out towards the campus center where he’d grab an overpriced iced coffee and sit by one of the windows and read or write or grade papers, but today was the dreaded open office hours. The irony was that most of the students who actually needed office hours never came, and the ones who did were at the top of the class, and perhaps somewhere entangled in that correlation was a causation, but Will didn’t like to think about it too much.
The little plastic fan was whizzing behind him, blowing warm air into the even warmer office while Will had his sleeves rolled up and feet up on the edge of his desk, rereading the first couple of chapters of the book he assigned to his English 1 class, when all of a sudden, a quick succession of knocks jolted him out of his concentration. He quickly pulled his legs down and cleared his throat. “Come in,” he shouted.
WHILE ZOOEY WAS CONFIDENT in her intelligence, starting school as a mature student certainly came with a lot of anxieties. she felt as though she had less room to mess up, and less chances to prove something of herself. though she was proud of herself for committing to school, the stress of her assignments and her own insecurities were taking its toll on her. maybe it didn’t help that zooey opted for the chance to take university courses while still in college too, but what could she say? she was eager — now, however, maybe not so much.
at least office hours were available, and zooey had been taking full advantage of them. while some appointments were less than useful, zooey found herself making her way back to professor bennett’s office. though she had only gone to speak to him a couple times before, knowing there was someone there who she could turn to for help, and would actually help her, gave zooey a sense of calm in this stressful storm she was enduring.
“ hi, professor. ” smiled as she walked in, shutting the door behind then and sitting before his desk. “ i just wanted to thank you for the advice you gave me last time. i really think it helped, but i guess you’re the judge of that, right? ” she gave with a weak chuckle, reaching for her paper in her backpack and sliding it across his desk to him.
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