"You have a good day now," Kris said to a student that had stopped him in the hallway on his way back to his office. He loved when students were excited about his courses -- it made him feel fulfilled and like he was doing something good with his time and his life's work. Fortunately, he was lucky enough to have the opportunity to teach a subject that his students generally found exciting.
He turned and unlocked his office door, leaving it open to keep in line with his open-door policy during his office hours (and any other time he happened to be in his office), which were about to start in five or six minutes.
His office, though already fairly small, looked a bit cluttered but he didn't mind. He quite liked it that way. Around his office were bookshelves filled with unorganized books going every which way, stacks of papers and folders and workbooks, various musical instruments, random clothes from the days that require layers, and a mix of easy-to-make dinners and snacks for the evenings that he stayed late at the office.
The walls were covered in thank-you notes, posters of local bands, framed photos of his class from each semester he taught, and above his desk was a large photo of him and his Uncle Jyrki. He kept it close so that he would always remember why he got into teaching...some days he really needed that.
He tossed the bookbag that hung over his shoulder onto the floor next to his messy desk. The whole place may look unorganized to someone else, but this was his type of environment and he knew where almost every single thing in his office was.
He pushed aside some papers, pulling out a folder from his bag and grabbing a pen from his desk. Might as well get started on giving feedback for some in-class assignments he'd given this week.
Holst found their way to a spot on a shelf where Kris had tossed one of his hoodies, getting comfortable and snuggling into the soft cotton.
He turned and unlocked his office door, leaving it open to keep in line with his open-door policy during his office hours (and any other time he happened to be in his office), which were about to start in five or six minutes.
His office, though already fairly small, looked a bit cluttered but he didn't mind. He quite liked it that way. Around his office were bookshelves filled with unorganized books going every which way, stacks of papers and folders and workbooks, various musical instruments, random clothes from the days that require layers, and a mix of easy-to-make dinners and snacks for the evenings that he stayed late at the office.
The walls were covered in thank-you notes, posters of local bands, framed photos of his class from each semester he taught, and above his desk was a large photo of him and his Uncle Jyrki. He kept it close so that he would always remember why he got into teaching...some days he really needed that.
He tossed the bookbag that hung over his shoulder onto the floor next to his messy desk. The whole place may look unorganized to someone else, but this was his type of environment and he knew where almost every single thing in his office was.
He pushed aside some papers, pulling out a folder from his bag and grabbing a pen from his desk. Might as well get started on giving feedback for some in-class assignments he'd given this week.
Holst found their way to a spot on a shelf where Kris had tossed one of his hoodies, getting comfortable and snuggling into the soft cotton.