She didn’t look excited to get somewhere, however, she also didn’t look frustrated that she wasn’t getting somewhere. The look at her face was determined, yet at the same time peaceful, taking in every breath as she walked briskly, putting one foot in front of another. In her hands set a stack of books, and on top of the books, a plate full of muffins. She was dressed nicely, wearing high heels, and a skirt. She efficiently passed a couple that was walking slowly, holding hands, both of them looking serious and not talked with one another. She was on her way to her first day at a new job. Oh, but this wasn’t just any old job. This job, this was her dream job. She had worked several places before, you know, little jobs here in there, just to make sure the ends met, but with this job, she was finally doing what she had dreamed of doing for so many years.
Teaching. It was finally her first day teaching on a college campus. Her thoughts were going wild with things that could go well, things that could go bad, but mostly she couldn’t stop thinking of what her favorite college professor always used to tell her. He would say, “Do what you can to develop relationships with your students, because after the class, they will not be your students, but they may be your friends.”
You see, her professor so easily said that, but how did this actually look? She continued to ponder this as she made her way towards the building where her first class would begin, a mere twenty minutes later. She carried muffins, which she planned on giving to her first morning class. Every college student likes home made food right? Especially when they are away from home for such a long time. But was she bribing them to like her, she asked herself.
(To be continued)
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