Samuel Lutz
Samuel sighed as he stood in front of the copying machine. Today was a bit different to the other days in the sense that he had been asked by a staff member to be a substitute for a math teacher. Sam had been a bit nervous at first as he wasn’t close to prepared to teaching a whole class, but almost immediately was assured that it was only one person he was covering. Zare was his name, apparently, and generally speaking Sam had been warned that there would be some difficulty teaching them.
Sam chuckled as a response to the warning, it wasn’t the first time he had helped a student that wasn’t in the mood or position to learn, and it definitely wouldn’t be the last.
He mutters to himself, “I mean, how hard can it be, I have to study a lot of shit… stuff”
He winced to himself, shaking his head, noting that he was at work and needed to not be using that language where his coworkers could hear him. Remaining professional while at work was an utmost priority when under scrutiny.
Samuel finished copying some material and turned from the copy machine to make his way to the predetermined meeting spot a bit early, a smaller classroom that he had secured earlier as a place of study. He opened the door and pulled up two of the desks, putting them face to face one with the back to the door and the other facing the door.
Sam sat down facing the door in order to greet the incoming student with a smile, but pulling out his notebook to scribble into in the meantime.
Whenever Zare would walk through the door he would greet him with
“Hello! Nice to see that you made it. I’m Sam, nice to meet you. Sit down and make yourself as comfortable as possible.”
Sam chuckled as a response to the warning, it wasn’t the first time he had helped a student that wasn’t in the mood or position to learn, and it definitely wouldn’t be the last.
He mutters to himself, “I mean, how hard can it be, I have to study a lot of shit… stuff”
He winced to himself, shaking his head, noting that he was at work and needed to not be using that language where his coworkers could hear him. Remaining professional while at work was an utmost priority when under scrutiny.
Samuel finished copying some material and turned from the copy machine to make his way to the predetermined meeting spot a bit early, a smaller classroom that he had secured earlier as a place of study. He opened the door and pulled up two of the desks, putting them face to face one with the back to the door and the other facing the door.
Sam sat down facing the door in order to greet the incoming student with a smile, but pulling out his notebook to scribble into in the meantime.
Whenever Zare would walk through the door he would greet him with
“Hello! Nice to see that you made it. I’m Sam, nice to meet you. Sit down and make yourself as comfortable as possible.”