COLORADO SUNRISE (OPEN)

[jackson elliot richards]

- train wreck that i am - -
- and i am what i am what i am what -

Grading papers. Sometimes Jack wished he could just throw them away. It was just complete and total bullshit. It was obvious who listened and who didn't. Sometimes it was obvious just how stupid some people were. He didn't have the patience of a saint so he wasn't going to yell at his class for their shitty scores. Sure he was going to do what they taught future teachers in college. You were supposed to treat the situation calmly, break it to them softly, hold their hands. Actually, he'd handle the situation calmly, but no hand holding. This was high school. He didn't want to send people who couldn't listen to his lectures off to college. They obviously weren't ready. It was times like this he questioned why he didn't just become a fucking lawyer. At least as a lawyer he could win arguments. Yelling at high shoolers was like trying to tie shoe laces with butter. It was never going to work.

Actually. Better. He'd hand back the tests and move on with his lessons. No extra credit, why should he give extra credit to students who obviously didn't deserve it. It wasn't like he was throwing his own future down the toilet. He put another failed test onto the pile of fourth period tests. If this was a trend he'd have to get over it. He was over it, for the most part. He hated when parents called him because he told them the parents to let the kid fail. It would teach them a lesson, maybe. At least in high school it didn't cost money to retake a class. He flipped the test over and marked a question wrong. This test wasn't bad. Some of them weren't too shitty. Some, not a lot though.

Jack sighed and leaned back in his chair. It was going to be a long last period. He shut his eyes, listening for nothing. The bell was going to ring soon and a group of his students would come in. Planning periods were a calm before the storm. It was nice, but it contrasted class so heavily that it was sad. He wished he was back in high school. He'd had fun, he wasn't the best person, but he'd had fun. College too, but he'd sobered up then. He didn't miss the girls of high school though, too whiny. They were a little clingy too, he didn't want commitment. Most high school girls thought that dating was going to lead to marriage. Not for him. He'd seen marriage first hand. Besides, he didn't want to turn out like his dad, nor did he want to feel the heartbreak if some girl killed their kid again. It'd be different in marriage though. He shook his head, he needed to stop thinking about that shit. He wasn't exactly pro-life, but he wasn't pro-choice when it came to his own kid. Jack, of course, didn't see the hypocrisy in his stance. It was doubtful that he ever would.

The ring of the school bell caused another sigh out of Jack's mouth. Time to start another class, well it wasn't really a class. It was more of a tutor session. He pushed his chair out from his desk and watched the hallway fill with students. His hands rested on his nice black pants. There was only like an hour or so before he could leave and go back to his stupid apartment and take his dog out for a pee.


note: so i'm saying that jack does some tutor-y hang out thing after school just cause i don't wanna role-play a class, okay? kay.

[evan michael griffin]

snag~