"Thus the so far part," Tris countered easily, amusement clear enough in his expression. "We hope every year is a good year." To the question, his brows elevated a little. "It's all outlined on the syllabus I gave you day one," he pointed out. "I'm not sure what you consider a lot, but I feel it's a reasonable load, and hopefully fun," he added. Because Christine at least was a good read even if the essay was going to be comparing the parallels between it and Faust. The reading list averaged to roughly two books a quarter, and he didn't think that was unreasonable, especially since so many of the books were available on Kindles and could be read anywhere if the student didn't feel like carting around the physical books. Yay technology.
His eyes strayed back to the activity in the lot, the train of cars coming in, the laughter of the kids. The slight inappropriateness of some of the attire but ... he wasn't on duty today and he wasn't about to police it. They showed more at the beach, he was sure, and he shook his head slightly before redirecting his blue gaze to his student.