Music Professor

The Professor

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                            Dahlia
"Ah crap now I'm really late!"
I yell in my car.

Finding parking in college is so hard, I show up 30 minutes before class and I STILL can't find a parking space and now I'm trying minutes late for Guitar 1301.

A small Beatle backs out. "Ah yeah boi sweet sanctuary." I say to myself

I park my car, pop the trunk, grab my guitar and run like Forrest Gump.

I think to myself how I should've worn a different outfit, these white skinny jeans feel tight and running in Black converse hi-tops if never fun, and this light plaid shirt keeps flying up and revealing my belly button.

I think to myself
Room 22A, Room 22A....aha there she is!

I burst through the door.
Everyone in the lecture hall looks at me.

The professor looks at me and says with a soft low voice
"Good morning please grab a syllabus off this desk and take a seat."

The professor continues talking.

I walk toward him and grab the piece of paper and quickly scan the room for my friend Meagan. I spot her. I head up the stairs to the middle section on the left side right at the edge.

" Everything okay?" She whispers
"Yeah parking was just a pain in the ass, guess I need to drive up here an hour before class even starts." I say exhaustingly.

I finally settle in and pay attention to the professor.

Helloooo nurse! No way he's a teacher he's practically our age, must be a graduate teaching. He's quite tall but not a mountain to climb, probably 5'6 to 5'8. Curly hair, just like me, but short and you can see a hint of bicep through his thick white sweater, obviously works out when he's not teaching and his eyes, wow won't have a problem making eye contact with him when if I ever need to ask him questions after class.

I come back to reality and listen to what he says.

"Now don't feel like you have to learn an entire song the first week of class, this is a beginner's class so it's okay to make mistakes as long as you're learning from them and working to fix the cause of your mistakes." He stops to look at me.

What? I think to myself. So I'm late the first day of class this is college, just assume I'm some freshmen who couldn't find this place.

He looks back at the rest of the room.
"If you ever need any extra help in hand placement,..." I smirk and let out a little snort. Hand placement sounds so dirty when he says it. "...or figuring out how to tune your guitar I have tuners in my office which you may sign out for the semester and my officer hours our listed on the syllabus."

I might take him up on the extra help offer but I'm sure I'll be just fine on my own.

"Alright now if nobody has any questions your free to leave early."

Just as I start packing my stuff some nerd with a high pitched nasally voice asks "Will you be posting the sheets of music we need to learn on Canvas?"

"Yes Mr....?"

"Thomas, James Thomas."

"Yes Mr. Thomas. Sorry I'm gonna work hard to learn everyone's name since this is only a class of thirty so learning your names feels obligatory." He says with a smile. The class giggles.
The professor continues "I'll upload the music next Monday that way you have until Friday to record your song and upload it to Canvas. Any other questions?"

Silence fills the room for a couple seconds.

"Alright you guys a good to go then." He says as he clasp his hands together

I pick up my back pack and stand up
"Ugh thank goodness he's a graduate teacher they're usually pretty chill about everything, homework, lectures..." I say to Meagan

"How do you know he's a graduate student?"

"Please look at him he's closer to our age than our parents and he has hope in his eyes." I say with a cocky tone

She Huff's and smirks at me
"You right fam."

"Plus look at him he looks like he should be working at Hollister seducing me into buying 20% off tanks." We both laugh at my retort as we walk down the stairs

"He is pretty handsome." Meagan states.

"Hey I call dibs." I say to Meagan

"He's all yours." She says

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