Mid-November, the time of year when snow coated the ground of the city and the icicles shone like prisms in the sun. But this day was cloudy, overcast and starting to snow again, a frosty; miserable day where everyone wanted to stay inside their heated homes. But unfortunately for Dr. Cross, he was stuck working on grading papers for the military history exam he'd had his students taking for the class. "Ugh I hate doing this, all these little fucks don't even try. I should just slap F's on all of these and see what they do about them." He groaned as he rested his cheek on a propped up fist and leaned against his elbow on the desk.
He was a young man of about 25 or so fresh out of a stint in the military and earned a Ph.D. in military history while he was in the service. Taking online classes and then continuing at university afterward. His mercurial silver hair draped over his azure eyes as he read over another failing paper. "This is such bullshit." He complained. "These students are so damn stupid." Cross muttered and looked out the winter as it was snowing again, it seemed like the one thing he took pleasure in, the silence of snowfall.
He was a young man of about 25 or so fresh out of a stint in the military and earned a Ph.D. in military history while he was in the service. Taking online classes and then continuing at university afterward. His mercurial silver hair draped over his azure eyes as he read over another failing paper. "This is such bullshit." He complained. "These students are so damn stupid." Cross muttered and looked out the winter as it was snowing again, it seemed like the one thing he took pleasure in, the silence of snowfall.