tyler_gone: (at desk)
2009-03-23 09:04 am
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Office Hours, Monday, 3/23

Tyler frowned at the empty Word document in which he was trying to type a lecture for Friday. It turned out even if you only wanted to talk about Pearl Harbor and Hiroshima, World War II was much, much too big to cover in one class.

He wondered if he could cheat and make the class watch a movie again. He was sure there was some Bruckheimer film out there...

The office door was open and he was rather desperately hoping for distraction.
tyler_gone: (at desk)
2009-01-26 09:12 am

Office Hours, Monday, 1/26

Tyler's lip had been split over the weekend by a punch he had chosen not to duck, and it would probably be less tender if he stopped poking his tongue at it.

No, he didn't want to talk about why he'd found a fight in the first place.

Someday he had to find coping mechanisms better than picking a fight with some poor idiot. Stupid Tony, making him regress. Stupid him, caring what Tony did.

And now he was going to quit sulking, do some work for his class that week, and let himself try to be pleased that at least his phone message was good news.