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1: Course Introduction.

1: Course Introduction.

Louis Tomlinson.

Shakespeare 101, read the flimsy piece of paper. Room 407. I looked up, glancing around at my surroundings, college students rushing to their early morning classes. Room 407 seemed to be straight ahead, according to the paper. Sighing, I folded the piece of paper and slipped it into my shoulder bag. I started walking forward.

I was roaming the halls of Grant University, one of the best colleges you could wish to get into, well, in my opinion. It was my dream school since I could remember. I was ecstatic when I had received my acceptance letter. It was my first day and things seemed to be going my way, something that made me particularly happy.

I stopped in front of room 407. I took a deep breath. I slowly opened the door to the room and I appeared to be the only student there at the moment, seeing as no one was in the room yet. I, awkwardly, took a seat in the first row and got my laptop out, setting it on my desk.

I browsed on it for a while, and my eyes shot up when I heard the door open suddenly. The professor, I'm assuming shuffled into the room, setting his stuff on the desk. He ran a hand through his shoulder length, brown hair before turning to the front of the class. He frowned when he saw that no one else had entered the class. When his eyes caught mine, he smiled.

"Ah, a student. You seem to be the only one." He said. "Well, you are five minutes early, maybe more will show up."

"Maybe." I mumbled, shooting him a small smile. I returned to my computer, the Twitter home page showing up on the screen.

"We might as well kill some time, then." He suggested. "What's your name?"

"Um, Louis Tomlinson." I said, awkwardly meeting his gaze. I was surprised to see that he had moved closer to me, sitting in one of the chairs next to mine.

"I sense an accent. Where are you from? I'm assuming some part of the U.K."

"Yeah, Doncaster." To be honest, I didn't really want to socialize with my Professor. I mean, he was my Professor.

"I'm from Holmes Chapel. Not far from there." He nodded, tucking his top lip into his bottom one.

Five minutes passed and the Professor returned to his desk. Slowly, students started to file into the room, chatting amongst themselves. A girl with faded blue hair took a seat next to me and she cast me a smile.

"Hi, I'm Kylie." She said, getting out her laptop. She adjusted her white crop top before resting her hands on her desk.

"I'm Louis." I responded, looking her up and down.

"Nice accent." She chuckled. "You a Brit?"

"Yeah. I am a brit." I said, emphasizing the 't' in brit.

She nodded. "Cool."

It was silent after that. Professor-what's-his-name stood in front of his desk, waiting for everyone to settle down. Once everyone did, he began talking.

"Welcome to Shakespeare 101. I am Harry Styles and I will be instructing you in this course. I prefer Professor Styles, not Harry or Professor Harry Styles, just Professor Styles. During this course, we will be reading and or discussing specific works by Shakespeare himself. If you feel as if this class will be an easy A, you are most definitely wrong. I expect grade-A work from each and every one of you. Seeing as you got accepted into Grant, you are more than capable of accomplishing that." He paused, looking over the class. "We will start discussing our first playwright, The Tempest. Each playwright we discuss, I will assign a five page essay. The essay will include five paragraphs, one page for each paragraph. First paragraph -" He said, holding up his index finger "- will be the summary of the playwright. In the summary, you will need to include the characters, the plot, setting and anything else included in a summary."

To admit, I was impressed by Professor Styles' way of teaching. It was very similar to the way that my British Literature teacher taught. Mrs. Lambell was a fantastic teacher, seeing as she helped me get accepted into Grant. I could tell that I would get an A in this class.

I took notes as he spoke, typing the format of the essay into my computer. My bottom lip was tucked underneath my top in concentration. I glanced up every so often. He went on about the paragraphs of the essay, saying how the second paragraph needed to focus on what role each character played and how it contributed to the story. The third needed to focus on the moral of the story, the fourth was your thoughts on the playwright and the fifth was your conclusion. It seemed easy enough.

"Okay, it seems that we have a little over an hour left. I want to know more about my students. For the time being, type up a document about yourself. I want to know what you expect to learn from this class and what you expect from me. Tell me about your favorite playwright and why. And if you want to, give me a few extra facts about yourself. Send it to me once you're done. You should have my email on the paper you acquired when you signed up for this course." Professor Styles said before moving to sit down at his desk.

I licked my lips before opening up a new document. I let out a deep breath as I began typing.

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To: hestyles@grant.edu

From: louist91@grant.student.edu

Subject: More about Me...

My name is Louis Tomlinson.

I signed up for this course because, like you, I took a liking to Shakespeare. When I was younger, my mother had gotten me a book filled with his plays. My eyes were constantly glued to the pages. Whenever I had free time, I would read his plays. Often, I would find myself re-writing his plays, a more modern version, though.

I expect to learn how Shakespeare's playwrights affected the world around him. I want to know what inspired him to write such incredible plays. I basically want to know what made this man decide to become a playwright.

But what I expect from you. As I listened to you explain the format of the essay's you expect us to compose, I can tell that you have a very complex way of teaching. When I was younger, and to this day, I like when things go my way. I like someone who can take control of a situation and make it better. I expect that you will be able to keep us college students under your reign. I also expect that you will be able to answer any question we may have.

If, under any circumstances, I wish to meet with you after class, I hope that you will have time to help me understand your teachings better. If you decline, I will understand, but I will also be greatly disappointed, that as a teacher you were not able to help me learn.

Thank you and have a nice day.