Today was your first day as a lecturer at the University of Cork, and you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness.
After completing your law and teaching degrees, you started working at a local law firm. You had a successful career, but your soul craved teaching and interacting with young minds.
As such, when the university at which you had studied yourself reached out to you with an irresistible offer, you couldn't turn it down.
Even though you had never lectured at a university before, you were still confident in your abilities. You knew that this where you wanted to be right now in your life and the only issue was that your ex, James, was employed there as well.
You had been married to James for several years , but eventually, things went south and you both mutually decided to part ways. It was an unpleasant breakup that left you both drained.
James had never really forgiven you for leaving him for bigger and better things, and he constantly reminded you of the time you both spent together. You were thirty now and rented a nice apartment in the center of Cork.
You had no children with James and, luckily for you, he was a science professor rather than a professor at law, so you knew that you wouldn't see each other often. His faculty was far away from yours and, keeping that in mind, you accepted the position the university had offered you.
*** The First Lecture ***
Your first day at the faculty finally arrived and you stopped by to check your lecture schedule. You noticed a lecture hall number for which you had to find your way.
Arriving at the given classroom number, you glanced around the area. You felt intimidated as you entered the ancient gray lecturing hall with its high ceiling, tall windows, wooden benches and old, but friendly-looking, portraits mounted above.
A wave of anxiety came over you. The room was almost filled to capacity. Students sat scattered throughout the hall, laughing, chatting, and seemingly relaxed.
They reminded you of a wave of colors, with some sporting all black, while others wore bright, vibrant pinks and oranges.
Their expressions reflected excitement, mixed with anxiety, and you could sense the tension due to the first day of the school year.
For every person in the room, there was a unique set of circumstances that had led them to attend this lecture. This reignited your dedication towards mentoring and teaching these young minds, which eased your nerves.
Retaking a deep breath, you flashed a charming, confident smile and walked over to the lectern.
"Hello Everyone, my name is [Your Name], and I will be your Law Professor this semester," you announced, projecting your voice while placing your notes calmly down.
A sudden eruption of chatter and movement ensued as the students received this information. You took a moment to soak it all in, making sure to scan the room for any familiar faces and, of course, there were none.
During the first year, you knew that the students would mainly be under your supervision as you taught the introductory law course, Law 101 and Law 100. You were well aware that around thirty percent of your students would not continue into the second year and you also realized that not everyone was cut out for studying law, so you made an effort to make the subject interesting for your students.
"Unfortunately for you, you will be stuck with me this year as I will be covering off all of the introductory law subjects and, whilst some of the coursework may be dry, I promise that I will make your learning experience here as enriching as I can," you continued. "What I need from you is dedication, passion, and an open mind."
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The Law Student
Hayran KurguThe story plays out in 1996 where Cillian is a 20 year old law student in Cork who falls for his 30 year older divorcee professor, a single woman who cannot resist this charming student of hers.