after the storm ❀ MULTI IMAGINES

isiah pacheco

football player up in hereeee, this my new man yall. i love his braces era zownnnnn.

i like the plot of this imagine, it has depth so make sure you're paying attention, and it's a bit of a slow start

lowercase intended, vote, comment, enjoy

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mr pacheco's pov

the college- aged students filed out of my classroom in swift grooves. i just sighed, and turned to finish erasing my calculus equations from the chalkboard which spanned across the left half of my huge front wall.

i teach an advanced college course at a prestigious university. today was slow, just as any other day. just as unremarkable as the last. just as productive as the previous.

i'm a young professor, which was odd. however, i truly do love math, and i love teaching. but i cannot say that i love my job, which seems to be an oxymoron .

i love to teach those who are inspired. unlike my usual batch of students, who jump at any question , and would kill to become an engineer or something of the sorts. this semesters' students seemed to be in a slump , like they were forced to be here for a grade.

not exactly what you would expect from students in an advanced course.

it's not their fault, i get it. math can be boring, but i can be more boring. i can't help it either. i've tried and i've tried, and i've tried again.

from things as simple as still preferring a chalkboard over a white board, or worse, a smart board. to not really using happy-go-lucky youtube videos, preferring to teach it myself to avoid the silly but significant mistakes which normally happened. it just has never been for me.

i finished, putting the eraser back in its rightful groove on the board. turning around to my perfectly pristine desk. everything had an order and explanation, just like math, and just like everything else.

i sat down in my chair, running my hands down my face no sooner than a rhythmic knock came on my door, the sound rippling through my classroom and bouncing off the empty walls. i already knew that it was mr. parker, a fellow math teacher, with a bit more energy and spirit, i'll admit.

i looked up, seeing him standing in the ajar doorway, waiting for me to acknowledge him before he walked in, so i beckoned him over.

"got some news for you, big man" he clapped his hands together, "from the dean" he grimaced. i just shook my head, ready for whatever he had to say. it couldn't be that bad if he was sent to do the dirty work instead of her delivering the message herself.

"but, first of all you need some warm light in here, come on, it feels like a hospital. damn."  he looked around, this time being the one to shake his head. he's acting like he's never been in here before and like i haven't heard that line 100 times over. he's honestly one of the only coworkers i talk to consistently, even outside of lesson related things. so i let it slide, knowing it's all in good fun.

"whatever you say" i simply responded.

"so, this new professor is coming, she's young too. they want you to just get her acclimated, it's not like a shadowing thing. just for one or two days so she can used to being here. she already taught at some other college, so she just needs to learn our ropes. " he explained.