Mitchell dressed, ate breakfast, and then headed off to his first class, a freshman psychology course he was required to take, and afterwards he spent his hour break in the library.Mitchell dressed, ate breakfast, and then headed off to his first class, a freshman psychology course he was required to take, and afterwards he spent his hour break in the library. Even as a child Mitchell had loved to spend time exploring the library in search of the different realities found between the covers of the books. It was no wonder Mitchell wanted to be a writer. After his hour break, Mitchell headed over to the English building for his creative writing class. He couldn't wait to meet Dr. Blake after all the favorable comments made about him. When Mitchell arrived, there were three other guys in the class. He took a seat towards the front and cracked open the book he'd checked out of the library. Slowly more students straggled in until there were fifteen people. Then a tall man, about 6'1" with long blond hair, pulled into a ponytail, and bright blue eyes, stepped into the classroom and swiftly made his way to the front of the room. Dropping his satchel on the table, he whirled and faced the class. A wide, toothy smile covered his young, 30-ish, face. Mitchell noticed the man wore a small gold hoop in his right ear. "Creative Writing," he said, favoring each of them individually with his smile. He clapped his hands together. "I think I was born to teach this class." A few of the students chuckled at this. "But you will all have to judge this as the course goes along. I am Dr. Tim Blake, and you all are just names on my class list, but I plan on changing that real soon by getting to match these names with faces." He dug into his satchel and drew out the class list. He called off the names and noted those not in class. "Now, to get this class started and to get better acquainted with each other, I think we should do some writing. Let's see, what would be a good assignment? How about you write about what you did this summer?" he asked. They all began to reach for pens and paper. "No, no, no. I'm just kidding. Please, that's a high school assignment. We're in college now, and this is a Creative Writing class. I'm going to give you a much more interesting assignment. |