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musetime[Honestly, he had been many things throughout his life. Orphan. Student. Florist. Waiter. Cashier. Performer. Musician. Loner. Popular. Famous. Teacher. Plenty of things that you pick up throughout your life naturally. He can easily say that things that he had expected was to be walking into a college course teaching general English of all things though.
Sure, he technically had the degree for it, but that didn't mean he was expecting to be asked suddenly to cover a class for an entire semester. He was a music teacher. He can say that his language skills were fine on paper, but not quite so in reality.
Ah, but he already agreed, so there wasn't much else he could do. It was only a semester. Surely it would be okay.
Karna walks into the classroom with his bag slung over his shoulder and he scans the lecture room to all the unfamiliar faces. He idly wonders if the students were even expecting him. After all, he was substituting for his friend who was very much female. He definitely was not. Karna was a fairly tall man. His skin was pale and he was thin with equally pale hair. His eyes were a bright blue with a ring of red. Even his appearance was something of an oddity to go with his surprisingly monotone voice and seemingly indifferent nature.]
Ah. Ah. Welcome to class. Your original teacher- [Ah, he's so used to referring to her by first name he realized that he doesn't actually recall her last name. This was starting off wonderfully.] had an emergency, so I will be your teacher for this semester. You can just refer to me Sir or Karna. It is a pleasure. [He runs a hand through his messy hair as he drops his bag on the desk and starts to pull out packets of papers.] Today will be fairly short. We will go over the syllabus for today and I will let you out early. Before I hand them out, does anyone have questions?
Sure, he technically had the degree for it, but that didn't mean he was expecting to be asked suddenly to cover a class for an entire semester. He was a music teacher. He can say that his language skills were fine on paper, but not quite so in reality.
Ah, but he already agreed, so there wasn't much else he could do. It was only a semester. Surely it would be okay.
Karna walks into the classroom with his bag slung over his shoulder and he scans the lecture room to all the unfamiliar faces. He idly wonders if the students were even expecting him. After all, he was substituting for his friend who was very much female. He definitely was not. Karna was a fairly tall man. His skin was pale and he was thin with equally pale hair. His eyes were a bright blue with a ring of red. Even his appearance was something of an oddity to go with his surprisingly monotone voice and seemingly indifferent nature.]
Ah. Ah. Welcome to class. Your original teacher- [Ah, he's so used to referring to her by first name he realized that he doesn't actually recall her last name. This was starting off wonderfully.] had an emergency, so I will be your teacher for this semester. You can just refer to me Sir or Karna. It is a pleasure. [He runs a hand through his messy hair as he drops his bag on the desk and starts to pull out packets of papers.] Today will be fairly short. We will go over the syllabus for today and I will let you out early. Before I hand them out, does anyone have questions?
