Lucien, with a soft-heartedness that was characteristic of him, chuckled lightheartedly at her comment about him not having office hours that week. In the depths of his heart, he wished he could take a break from the demanding routine, to step away from the intellectual rigours that usually filled his schedule. But then another part of him, the part that lived for teaching and thrived on the pursuit of knowledge, genuinely craved those office hours.
He found a true joy in that, in being there for his students, in extending his help to those who sought it. It was the look of enlightenment in their eyes, the moment when a challenging concept finally clicked in their minds, that he lived for. Especially the ones who were eager to learn, the ones who wanted help, they were the ones who made his day and reinforced his love for teaching.
He found a true joy in that, in being there for his students, in extending his help to those who sought it. It was the look of enlightenment in their eyes, the moment when a challenging concept finally clicked in their minds, that he lived for. Especially the ones who were eager to learn, the ones who wanted help, they were the ones who made his day and reinforced his love for teaching.
I know, and I am going back gradually. I estimate I won’t be at full hours at the University until, oh at least another two months. They’ve been quite understanding with the fact I want to be hands on with my kid and take some time to help my wife find a good routine.He’d even made tenure in the last year, so it helped ensure his job was safe. Then she asked about if he’d eaten, and his mind went blank. His face scrunched up as he tried to remember.
What is today?He asked, suddenly realising he couldn’t remember what day it was, let alone if he’d eaten. He tipped his head inquisitively as he tried to think.
Please tell me I didn’t sleep through Thursday.He exclaimed.
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