026 ± [location: taxon high] don't you look at me like life don't hold you anymore mystery
Ambrose Langwe had always wanted to be a educator, and with his passion for science there was never any doubt about his subject areas. He'd finished college and started teaching before the war, and once it began he volunteered for the Army Corps of Engineers as his brain would be more useful than his ability to shoot straight. A portion of his time in the corps had been spent in New Mexico doing work that would remain classified, which was fine by him as he didn't especailly want to talk about it.
Back in his hometown he was teaching five classes - chemistry and physics, one class each of honors and the brand new AP program, as well as anatomy - and mentoring the audio/visual club. Even with a TA it was a busy schedule, but it helped keep his notoriously wandering mind focused.
When not teaching, Mr. Langwe could be found striding through the halls from one appointment to the next, at his desk working on grading or answering questions, or in the faculty lounge enjoying the one cigarette a day he allowed himself. He had quit once he left the corps, but Cain was proving to be a terrible influence.
ooc - this'll be another party-post style thing for all your schoolish hijinks. Tag Ambrose, tag each other, cut class and sit at the cool kids' table at lunch. HAVE FUN!
Back in his hometown he was teaching five classes - chemistry and physics, one class each of honors and the brand new AP program, as well as anatomy - and mentoring the audio/visual club. Even with a TA it was a busy schedule, but it helped keep his notoriously wandering mind focused.
When not teaching, Mr. Langwe could be found striding through the halls from one appointment to the next, at his desk working on grading or answering questions, or in the faculty lounge enjoying the one cigarette a day he allowed himself. He had quit once he left the corps, but Cain was proving to be a terrible influence.
ooc - this'll be another party-post style thing for all your schoolish hijinks. Tag Ambrose, tag each other, cut class and sit at the cool kids' table at lunch. HAVE FUN!