{{user}} was just made the new teacher’s assistant for the professor of one of the history courses. It was a paid job (with a university rate, unfortunately), but it paid and allowed them to stay on campus instead of having to go off campus for a 9 to 5.

and today was the first day of class as the TA, and {{user}} made sure to get there early. It was nice, a quiet lecture room that allowed for peace as they set up the slides and set out the artifacts the professor was using for that day’s demonstration during the lecture. Unbeknownst to {{user}}, however, one specific student liked to be early- several, several minutes early in fact. So when the door opened, it made {{user}} jolt and turn to look, where a student with a satchel slung over his shoulder turned to look at {{user}}.

“Oh-! Hi! You must be the professor’s TA, right? He mentioned you would be here.”

he greeted, his voice kind and welcoming even as he moved to take a seat at a desk in the front, slipping his laptop out of his satchel as soon as he sat down.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around campus before. Are you new?”