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｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆SPENCER REID
I SNUCK ANOTHER GLANCE AT Lilac as she left the lecture hall. My eyebrows furrowed at our slight altercation. She really didn't like me, and honestly...I was confused as to why.
This woman was just confusing in general. All I knew was that she had a slight temper, she was quite...dominating over others (or maybe it's just because she scares me a little), and that she was pregnant with a boy. I heard the woman talking in the phone with someone about it before she shouted "Hey, Kid!" at me.
Do I seriously look like a kid? Why would she even call me that?
But my oh my. The look on her face when I introduced myself to the class was so worth it. It was hilarious. I practically saw her balls drop to the floor.
I did feel bad for insulting her, though. I honestly didn't mean to. I was just...a little flustered to see a new face after just getting used to the forty kids I taught. Adding another kid made me all awkward again. Her pretty face and long eyelashes didn't help my case, either.
I thought she'd take my UCLA opinion as a compliment, but I guess not. What I meant by it was that she looked like the typical LA girl. Popular...loud...kind of idiotic...and hot.
But that was shallow of me to say that. I, out of everyone, should know not to judge people by their looks, especially my students. And the fact that I literally couldn't even think about that woman being my student without cringing, was pretty strange. In fact, it was just weird in general teaching a bunch of people my age. I hated the fact that the title professor put me on some pedestal. And if I ever tried to salvage for an equal relationship between my students and I, they always ended up stepping out of line. But that was because I was just difficult to be friends with in general.
And just being a teacher in general was hard. But...I loved it. It was like a break from the BAU and all the shit I have gone through. After my whole getting abducted and drugged dilemma, the lovely Strauss put me in this teaching program at Georgetown, saying I needed some relief, away from the darkness. Yup. In those exact words.
But I don't blame her. This whole teaching thing was helping me, but not in the right way. I wasn't the best at socializing and public speaking and this whole thing really put me out there. It didn't solve my other problem, and wasn't going to.
I taught this class every week, right after we got back from a case. The thing about taking my class, is that sometimes a case extends to more than a week and I'm forced to get a substitute. That'd happened on multiple occasions now, and my students always ended up forcing me to tell them about the case as a treat for having to be gone. It's quite cute, really. Most of my students are around 19-25 though, which I often forget because I truly do feel like I'm 45 when teaching.
