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[14 Aug 2003|07:55pm] |
{Oliver sat at his desk reading over the papers from his Freshman Lit class. Their ideas always amused him. He laughed outloud at a particularly silly one and put it aside. He hated being too negative because he felt that they got enough of professors trying to make them conform in their other classes. He wanted his class to be one where they could be free to express themselves without fear of having their ideas smashed to bits.}
Ahh, as crazy as it sounds, I can't get this young man out of my head.
He's gotten to me and that's no easy task, but he seems to be very devoted to his current flame.
{He laughed and shook his head as he lit a clove.}
Well, I wish them all the happiness in the world. I don't want to be the cause of young love gone wrong.
No, I'll simply wait for another to come and strike my fancy.
After all, he's certainly not the only young man around.
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[01 Aug 2003|12:50pm] |
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{Oliver sat in his office and watched the students scurry to and from class just outside his door. A small smile played on his lips as he let his mind wander back to his college days... one in particular always stood out in his mind.
It was way back in 1984, before many of the children he was currently watching were even born.
He'd had the supreme pleasure of meeting Duran Duran a few weeks prior and his evening with John would not be something he'd soon forget.
After a tortously long History lecture, he'd made his way back to his dorm, only to open his door to see John perched on his bed... nude.
The days that followed were a haze of drug incuded lust and bliss.
He didn't need to remember everything... he remembered enough.}
Oli... you get that note?
{The voice startled him out of his nostalgia, causing him to jump and laugh his silliness.}
Yes, I did, Calvin. It's fine. I'll see you when you get back.
{He watched the boy scuttle away and turned his attention to the paper on the desk in front of him... Ty Connings paper.
Ty had been so cute last night... blushing, stuttering... just being adorable in general.
Oliver knew he affected the young man... and he couldn't have been happier about that.}
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[26 Jul 2003|02:55pm] |
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{Oliver sat in the courtyard going over the Advanced British Lit papers that had been turned in yesterday. He sighed and rubbed his bleary eyes, then chuckled to himself softly.}
I can't believe these children.
Well, not children really. Young adults. Yes, that's more like it.
The things they come up with. The things they think are relevant.
{He held up a paper that he thought was going to be particularly bad and chuckled as he read the opening paragraph to himself.}
In this paper, I intend to show that Baz Luhrmann was an avid fan of Keats.
{He laughed and shook his head. He had to admit that he was curious about how this student managed to come up with something so very odd, and yet, so very obvious at the same time.}
Well, William, this may just be an excellent paper, if you hadn't used first person all the way through it.
Honestly, I think I'll have a talk with Belle about what she's planning to teach her seniors about proper paper writing.
Of course, I could be putting too much emphasis on the mechanics, as he really does have a point here.
I'm not sure an Oxford scholar would agree with his decision to compare a brilliant poet like Keats with someone who wrote and released the song Sunscreen, but he has done his homework.
Everyone is allowed a certain amount of grammatical mistakes... {He stopped and reflected as he tried to call forward the name he was searching for.} Who was it that said, "Grammar is the focus of an otherwise feeble mind."
Ah well, no reason to get off track.
{With that, he wrote a large red A across the top, closed his books, and relaxed. It was such a pleasant day; he saw no reason to ruin it with work.}
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[24 Jul 2003|09:52pm] |
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{Oliver walked down the long corridor that led from his office to outside world. It had been a long day and he kept his head bowed, hoping that none of his students would stop to ask him about that test or this paper.}
God, it seems like only yesterday I was a college student myself.
It hasn't been that long ago... has it?
{He chuckled softly and rubbed the back of his neck as he glanced up just in time to see a familiar face speeding toward him on a skateboard.}
Heads up, Oli!
{As he watched the boy disappear into the night, he couldn't help but laugh.
Things like that, things that would irritate other professors, made him see how truly beautiful youth is.}
Has it really been that long ago that I was on a skateboard trying to aggravate my professors?
I guess it has.
{With a sigh, he pulled his keys out of his pocket and slid into his Jeep. He shook his head and whimpered when Duran Duran blared from his CD player... only confirming his age.
With a grin, he shrugged and cranked it up, peeling out of the faculty parking lot.}
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