Nathan sat at his mahogany desk, the cool air blowing from his desk fan slightly clipping over a folded corner of the informative book he was reading. On the cover read simple words written in gold, fluid letters: Sir Francis Drake. It was a dated book, but it was needed for the course material Nathan was teaching this year.

The movement of the yellowed page bothered him, but it was far too hot for him to shut off the fan. It was late July; the prime time to brush up on topics Nate was going to teach in his World History college course. Usually students wouldn’t move backwards in time once they got to college, but his course went a lot more in-depth about the side stories of famous historical figures.

While Nathan did love reading all about his favorite historical figure, he was bored out of his mind. Supposedly, his new TA was on the way to touch base on lesson plans and the goals of the class moving forward. As Nathan glanced at his wristwatch, however, he realized the TA was late.

Great first impression.

“Didn’t know it was possible someone else was worse than me at managing their time,” the professor muttered to himself, slipping his bookmark in between the pages he was reading and closing the book. Almost as if on cue, there was a knock on Nathan’s classroom door.

It was {{user}}. The new teacher’s assistant.