Max was actually doing paperwork. Yeah. Talk about weird. But he'd gotten a letter yesterday that suggested he might well be recalled, and despite his natural tendency toward laziness, he didn't want to leave an administrative mess for anyone to clean up if he had to suddenly disappear ( Read more... )

Max had been kind of lax about keeping up with his office hours this semester, mostly because things had been kind of chaotic.

But he was there today, just in case anyone wanted to stop by.

[Boring but open!]

Max had been feeling antsy since yesterday afternoon. He did a little mental check and decided that it had clearly been far too long since he'd gone out. It was one of those kinds of itches, really. Not that he could do anything about that during his office hours ( Read more... )

Max happened to think that his class was going well. The students seemed interested and invested, and they payed attention. All of that was good.

And it was also a subject he knew well, so his prep time was pretty low. Which meant he could spend his office hours napping. And there was no way that that was a bad thing ( Read more... )

Max was settled back comfortably in his chair, and for once he was actually reading something. In fact, he'd made notes about his various students. You know, just in case someone asked about them ( Read more... )

Classes. They were done. And even if Max was still trying to get some of the glitter out of his hair he considered the most recent batch to be a success. It helped that the students he had been given were conscientious (well, in a way) and competent. And now he was looking forward to a well-deserved break ( Read more... )

Max didn't usually show up in his office on Mondays. Mondays were good days for sleeping in, after all. But he'd been putting this particular meeting off as it was, so he'd left a message and headed in. Still, it wasn't like students tended to line up outside his door, so he could take a little nap ( Read more... )

Max felt sort of sad that he couldn't be at the party. Because he suspected there would be a whole lot of very attractive, and at least a few available and interested, women there. But he had a job, and (sadly) he took that seriousy ( Read more... )

Max had missed his office hours the day before since he'd been working on his exam (or sleeping... one of those two). He'd thought he might just do it tomorrow, but then he'd have to actually show up on a Friday. Not something he was all that excited to do. So he'd just wandered over to his office after class ( Read more... )

Max had his feet propped up on his desk. But he was working. Really! He was actually making a mental list for class tomorrow. He'd need more than a sword rack full of sharp things for the final lesson he intended to teach his students, and he wanted it to be effective ( Read more... )