Post by Mason James Rivers on Jun 10, 2015 8:10:03 GMT -5
Mason had never been the type of person to cause trouble. He preferred to stay out of the affairs of others and instead watch from afar while people either made a mess of their lives or made them work in their favour. He had a complicated life of his own so in his way of thinking there was no reason to bring on the dramas and troubles of other people’s lives when he had enough to deal with. It was probably an odd thing for a doctor of Anthropology to think but then again, maybe it wasn’t. The whole point of his career choice was to watch and witness without getting overly involved. And that was what he tried to drilled into the heads of his students. Some thought Anthropology was an easy class, something they could fly through and land themselves an easy top grade. It wasn’t until those students really got into the classroom that he made sure they quickly realised they weren’t in for a bird course.
He might have been a bit of a hard ass when it came to his classrooms but in reality he was just extremely passionate about his work. He wanted everyone to be as involved and interested as he was, despite knowing that just wasn’t possible for everyone. Just like he knew by the time the class came to an end, he would be missing at least ten students. It happened every term and though it did upset him, he understood that it wasn’t for everyone. That was a burden he had to bear though, that wasn’t on his students. Still for every student who left, there were five who stuck around. So he could deal with losing a few faces. After he lecture for the day, Mason dismissed his class, staying behind a few extra minutes to remind his students he did have office hours whenever they all left and he could get there.
Finally when they’d all left, Mason finally started to gather his belongings. This was part of the job he wasn’t particularly fond of. He hated having to wait for twenty minutes after a class was let out because the girls had questions, which were just vague veils of the fact they wanted a little more of his attention. He wasn’t willing to give them that. They were his students. Of course, that just meant that the rumour mill spun out some fantastical lines about him being in a committed relationship or being gay; neither of which were bad things but they weren’t true either. He was turning to leave when he noticed one more straggler. “Did you need something?” He asked, not realising he had missed this person completely. He probably came across a bit rude but it was more embarrassment because he hadn’t noticed them in the first place.
Tag || @open
Words || 500
Clothes || Pretty Professor
Music || Smokin' And Drinkin' --Miranda Lambert
Notes || <3
