Patrick Linden (historyman) wrote in xemplify, @ 2008-11-24 12:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | plutarch, § xaviers, › week 07, ► pre-revamp: venus |
Who: Patrick, Yindi
NPCs: None, as of yet
When: Monday, about 4 pm
Where: The garage
What: Patrick is about to head off campus for the day
Rating & Warnings: TBA (G for now); carbon monoxide in the garage?Patrick Linden was done. For the day, at least. Done with questions, whining, and "but Professor Lindens." He was done with school for at least one day. It wasn't that he hated kids. Really. Patrick loved high school kids. (Okay, he loved juniors and seniors.) He just... didn't like having to repeat himself a hundred times. And they could never keep up. Okay, so admittedly, Patrick was way advanced. For crying out loud, the man had his doctorate, and he was a recognized scholar of history and education. It could just be a little hard to remember that he was not dealing with his colleagues in Italy, or his friends from William & Mary.
He'd gone from his classroom to his bike, carrying his things in a jumbled sort of mess, and was now working on sorting it all out. He slid his laptop into the back pocket of his backpack, and his gradebook next to that. Patrick was old school: he never, never, never kept an electronic gradebook. Every grade he ever entered was done by hand in a leather binder-thing with a notebook insert. The leather cover was one he'd gotten in Se beach he'd left it on, the he could still see the beach he'd left it on, the little shop that smelled like drying spices. Ooh, next vacation after Christmas, he was headed back there. Yup.
Securing everything away in his backpack, he pulled out an iPod nano from his pocket. He didn't really need anything bigger than that. He didn't have too much music, and he didn't have too little music, so he figured it was just fine. He'd had a different iPod overseas, because he'd needed to have more ready access to hard drive files, and an iPod was easier to keep track of than say... a laptop or external hard drive. Easier to get on a plane, too. He woke it up by touching the screen, and then hit "Music," followed by "Songs." He flipped through until he found "Carry On, My Wayward Son" by Kansas.
And that was when he remembered he'd forgotten to grab a book off of Darach MacEwan's desk. And by grab, he meant steal. Or, as Captain Jack puts it, "borrow, with every intention of giving it back." So back he went, across the floor of the garage, placing the iPod back in his pocket. It wasn't like he honestly needed to take his laptop and backpack with him. First of all, he would know if anyone snatched his gradebook and changed their grade, and second - well, they were in Charles Xavier's mansion. If something went missing, it wouldn't stay that way for long. He kept his head down as he walked, watching his feet and the floor. Hopefully, it would deter any of his more annoying students (read: freshmen and sophomores) from trying to bother him. Honestly, European History and Indian Mythology were not hard classes. Really. So why so many questions? Eh. Such were the hazards of being a professor.