Office Hours, Office #3, Thursday
Kanan was back in his office again, trying to figure out what in the world he wanted to do for his next class. He had a list, which he'd copied over from greasy napkins to actual paper, and had scratched out a few class ideas on account of... no.
That was a good reason to scratch things out, wasn't it? 'No?'
Had he taught something about creating diversions yet? Dante had certainly supplied that one on week two. And knowing your strengths? He hoped his students knew those already. What about working without a weapon? It seemed like Hyacinthe was the only one who hadn't listed one as his top priority when running...
Kanan sighed and slumped forward to rest his forehead on the desk. He'd worry about the backwards Aurebesh writing left behind on his face from the paper... at some point. What was he even doing here?
[OOC: Open door, open post! I finally go back to work on Monday after a month and some change and I'm going stir-crazy. Help.]
That was a good reason to scratch things out, wasn't it? 'No?'
Had he taught something about creating diversions yet? Dante had certainly supplied that one on week two. And knowing your strengths? He hoped his students knew those already. What about working without a weapon? It seemed like Hyacinthe was the only one who hadn't listed one as his top priority when running...
Kanan sighed and slumped forward to rest his forehead on the desk. He'd worry about the backwards Aurebesh writing left behind on his face from the paper... at some point. What was he even doing here?
[OOC: Open door, open post! I finally go back to work on Monday after a month and some change and I'm going stir-crazy. Help.]