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2-11-11

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Hand on the door, the cold, metallic handle, he takes a deep breath, filling his lungs and slowly, letting them empty once more before turning the knob.

This is it, he thought as he placed a foot into the room before him. This is the fist step to the rest of my life. I've gone this far, there's no point in turning back now.

And there, spread out before him like a lost and lonely man's arms, were one-hundred and fifty young adults. Some were anticipating his arrival; these people were anxious to see the man who would help guide them through so much. Others, however, could have cared less. They were there because they had to be.

The man of the hour took careful steps across the room, as if he was avoiding some hidden danger lost amongst the desks and chairs lined neatly in rows. He shuffled through his papers, searching for words to say, even though he knew the subject by heart. Looking out into the faces of his students, he greeted them with a surprisingly confident tone:

"Welcome to Chemistry 105. While I'm sure a good portion of you have taken the introductory chemistry course, for some, this is a new experience. For the both of us. In class we will cover the basic concepts when it comes to chemistry, but fully explore them and go deeper. Some of you will be successful, and others . . .  well . . . not so much. Let's start with a review."

By this time, his stomach had calmed, and his heart rate dropped. He picked up the chalk laying in the tray, and drew figures on the board. He wrote a chemical equation of potassium chloride and asked the class to balance it.

"Is there anyone who'd like to tell me how this equation can be balanced?" He looked at the sea of faces as one hand lifted above the crowd. It belonged to a red headed, freckled faced girl not much younger than himself. Quietly, she read off the numbers that would become the coefficients.

"Very good. That is exactly right." He turned back to the board and continued to review.

He never did touch his notes; he knew this is where he wanted to be.
We started the second part of creative writing. Creative fiction. We have to write a one page submission in the third person to encourage us not to base characters on ourselves. This one is about a male chemistry teacher on his first day.
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ZexyPineCones's avatar
I like it. It has a disconnect, but hopeful kind of feel to it. :) :)

One question, why did you choose that date for the title?