Who: Bryson Kimball and Sarah Taylor What: A meeting between a student and a graduate assistant who have more in common than they realize. Where: A classroom in Angell Hall. When: Backdated to September 8th, right after class. Warnings: I'm going going to go ahead and assume angst.
Technically, Bryson wasn't supposed to be teaching the Romanticism and Gothic Literature class. Graduate assistants usually only took over the very basic classes, entry level classes that even people outside the major would take. Of course, technically he wasn't teaching it. His graduate advisor had been complaining about having been saddled with it after another professor left unexpectedly for a new position, and he'd mentioned (as they laid on the couch in her office, her head on his shoulder and her fingernails scraping his chest while she complained about the addition to her busy schedule) that he enjoyed the genre. Before he'd known it, he was announcing to a group of students that he would be leading some of their classes for the professor.
He hadn't had much time to get acquainted with the list of students, yet. It was only the first class, after all, and he'd done the standard icebreaker activities - introductions in class, and he'd had them all fill out an index card with their name, their year in school, their intended major, and a couple of fun facts like favorite book and something interesting they wanted to share. He'd look through them that night, and share them with Linda - Professor Witte, when they were being professional - even though he doubted she'd be interested. She was a busy woman.
Most of the students didn't seem particularly interested in staying after class, not that he could blame them. He took his time packing his things away, confidence fading as the thrill of talking about a subject he loved did the same. Though he had told the students that they could speak to him after class if they had any questions or concerns they wanted to address, he really didn't expect any of them to talk to him. It would be a shock if someone did.