hereiam_1971
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It was office hours for Alice Claron. She taught freshman and sophomore English at Denver University, and as the youngest teacher in the department, she was stuck behind the elevators on the fourth floor of the Humanities Building. Most of the floor was under renovation, well that’s what they called it, but it was really more of the fact that there was no money to finish the project. This was the second year she had had to tiptoe through drywall dust and other construction debris to reach her office, and she hadn’t even seen a worker for the last six months.
She smiled at her reflection in the mirror of the bathroom. Thank God for small wonders that she didn’t have to climb up and down the stairs to use the restroom on the third floor. At thirty two she was in what she considered her prime. Her strawberry blonde hair was cut in a bob; her chic DKNY glasses magnify her emerald eyes. She stood about 5’8” and felt that she fit her frame. She was dressed in a knee length black Georgette dress. She had left the matching bolero in her office, as it was definitely too hot to be wearing a jacket.
She rinsed her face in the sink, and returned to her office, she might have a student or two here a day early to confirm their schedule. But she doubted it, Classes didn’t start for another three days, and the classes she taught often filled up fast. She was a popular teacher, though she often wondered how much was due to her looks, than her actual teaching style. She sat at her office, and began to complete her English 101 syllabus.
It was office hours for Alice Claron. She taught freshman and sophomore English at Denver University, and as the youngest teacher in the department, she was stuck behind the elevators on the fourth floor of the Humanities Building. Most of the floor was under renovation, well that’s what they called it, but it was really more of the fact that there was no money to finish the project. This was the second year she had had to tiptoe through drywall dust and other construction debris to reach her office, and she hadn’t even seen a worker for the last six months.
She smiled at her reflection in the mirror of the bathroom. Thank God for small wonders that she didn’t have to climb up and down the stairs to use the restroom on the third floor. At thirty two she was in what she considered her prime. Her strawberry blonde hair was cut in a bob; her chic DKNY glasses magnify her emerald eyes. She stood about 5’8” and felt that she fit her frame. She was dressed in a knee length black Georgette dress. She had left the matching bolero in her office, as it was definitely too hot to be wearing a jacket.
She rinsed her face in the sink, and returned to her office, she might have a student or two here a day early to confirm their schedule. But she doubted it, Classes didn’t start for another three days, and the classes she taught often filled up fast. She was a popular teacher, though she often wondered how much was due to her looks, than her actual teaching style. She sat at her office, and began to complete her English 101 syllabus.
