An Indian, an Irish, and a Mexican; the First Imressions of My Professors

Topics: Class I railroad, Classroom, Rooms Pages: 3 (1118 words) Published: September 7, 2013
Six o’clock. Six fifteen. Six forty-five. Seven. Seven thirty. Damn. I’m late. I rushed to the restroom to quickly get ready for I knew this year would be different, I would have to get myself ready for class and my infant son ready for daycare. I showered and threw on some clothes, all the while thinking about how to avoid clicking snooze the next day. I slowly picked my son up and caked lotion on Cruz’s still sleepy-eyed face, maybe it will make him look less just-woke-up-five-minutes-ago, I thought. A few minutes later I arrived at the daycare and I settled Cruz down next to some playmates and in front of a few orange slices, and swiftly sneaked out. I faintly heard Cruz’s cries as I headed out the door, but I refused to go back, I had a long day ahead of me with many changes. It would be several hours before I saw him again. Well, here goes nothing.

I made my way through the crowded room looking for an empty seat as I walked late into my College Algebra course. I settled my notebook on my desk and glanced towards the front room and noticed a middle-aged man at the front shifting nervously through paperwork on his desk. I instantly noticed his sharp style; a bright colored button-down shirt, crisp black slacks, and shiny black shoes. “Welcome, welcome,” he said, I could hear the uneasiness in his voice, and with his accent, it was kind of hard to understand him. “My name is Amila Appuhamy,” he continued. As he discussed the syllabi, he began from the top then jumped to the end, then to the middle, and back to the beginning of the syllabi. His mind was completely scattered. Yes, he was definitely new. The other students also seemed to notice he was a new professor as well, for they seemed to get comfortable rather quickly, talking amongst themselves. I glanced around the room and was glad to notice several white boards rather than a chalkboard, the less chalk the better. I tuned back into Dr. Appuhamy’s introduction, as he was stating that he was going to...
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