Egypt is not being whored out for logs, I don't know what you're talking about. :/
WHO: Gupta (Egypt), Garcia (Cyprus)
WHEN: Monday, September 20th
WHERE: FU, Archaeology seminar.
WHAT: Garcia meets Gupta for the first time.
RATING: PG (because seriously, no matter how hard you try, you can't really make an archaeology class scandalous --unless you count naked statues)
Gupta didn't know much about teaching, but that wasn't his primary worry. He was much more worried about his English skills than anything else, because unlike the other graduate students, he hadn't spent much longer than three short months in America. He knew enough to get him through class, but teaching younger students was a challenge that was clearly more... difficult. Bowing his head as he listened to the professor gesture excitedly about this new program, he took a second to glance around the room. Massive and dusty as most lecture halls were, this one was filled with undergraduates that sat in scattered clumps as far away from the front of the room as possible, most likely looking for a place where they could nap in peace. In the front of the room, an old professor with the brilliant tan (too much time in the sun and too little sunscreen, clearly) and a curved back was gesturing around him to the throng of graduates students that stood against the board.
The Archaeology department had recently developed a new program in which a graduate student was paired up with an undergraduate of the same major so that the younger students could have someone to call if they needed guidance on schoolwork and the older students could gain some leadership skills. It was a great program... in theory, but many of the graduate students looked just as panicked as Gupta felt and others looked like they would much rather be sleeping than having to deal with the so-called "n00bs".
Looking down at the name on his handout, then up at the eager (and some not-so-eager) faces staring up at him, Gupta took a deep breath and nodded at them in greeting. It was his turn to announce the name of his undergraduate 'student', and he fervently hoped that his Arabic accent wasn't murdering the name in his hand. "Gar-cia Ky-ria-kos?" Strange, he thought. That name sounded awfully Greek.
WHEN: Monday, September 20th
WHERE: FU, Archaeology seminar.
WHAT: Garcia meets Gupta for the first time.
RATING: PG (because seriously, no matter how hard you try, you can't really make an archaeology class scandalous --unless you count naked statues)
Gupta didn't know much about teaching, but that wasn't his primary worry. He was much more worried about his English skills than anything else, because unlike the other graduate students, he hadn't spent much longer than three short months in America. He knew enough to get him through class, but teaching younger students was a challenge that was clearly more... difficult. Bowing his head as he listened to the professor gesture excitedly about this new program, he took a second to glance around the room. Massive and dusty as most lecture halls were, this one was filled with undergraduates that sat in scattered clumps as far away from the front of the room as possible, most likely looking for a place where they could nap in peace. In the front of the room, an old professor with the brilliant tan (too much time in the sun and too little sunscreen, clearly) and a curved back was gesturing around him to the throng of graduates students that stood against the board.
The Archaeology department had recently developed a new program in which a graduate student was paired up with an undergraduate of the same major so that the younger students could have someone to call if they needed guidance on schoolwork and the older students could gain some leadership skills. It was a great program... in theory, but many of the graduate students looked just as panicked as Gupta felt and others looked like they would much rather be sleeping than having to deal with the so-called "n00bs".
Looking down at the name on his handout, then up at the eager (and some not-so-eager) faces staring up at him, Gupta took a deep breath and nodded at them in greeting. It was his turn to announce the name of his undergraduate 'student', and he fervently hoped that his Arabic accent wasn't murdering the name in his hand. "Gar-cia Ky-ria-kos?" Strange, he thought. That name sounded awfully Greek.