Doctor Steven Chambers crossed the campus of Wayland University, dodging thrown frisbees and student questions. "My office hours are posted," was all that he would say. He was tired and angry. Summer session was about to start, with its smaller class sizes and more serious students. No one took summer course who was not serious about their studies. It should have been a good start to one of his favorite times of year to teach, but he had just had a fight with Dr. Wright, the head of the sociology department. He could not imagine a more disagreeable old man than Wright. The argument had been over his use of department funds to fund his latest research. He had the support of the university, but not that old busybody. Wright thought that he should have to qualify for a special grant, rather than using funds which had already been agreed upon in his contract.

Dr. Chambers, was a tall, slender fellow with long, lean muscles and wavy brown hair. He had a straight nose, a thin face and brown eyes. A pair of rounded spectacles threatened to fall down his nose, and he angrily shoved them back up. He was wearing a brown suit, with patches on the elbows and a pair of brown leather suits.

He entered Andrews Hall, a red brick building, and walked down the hall to his first class, a class in the sociology of aging. It was a graduate class, and he was not in the mood to teach it, but time waited for no man. With a sigh, he tried to calm down, and forced a smile on his face. He walked through the door, and entered the tiny conference room where the class was to be held. There were six graduate students sitting around the table. He did not know them all, since some were transfers.

One girl sat in the back. She was a slender female who looked a little small for her age. She had unnatural purple streaks in her white blonde hair that reached her slim waist. She had light hazel eyes that couldn't decide if they wanted to be grey or blue. She had ear plugs in her ears that were connected to her Iphone meaning she was listening to music as she was looking over notes for the class, the other students were talking not noticing that their teacher was in the room. The female sighed and closed her notebook and looked up when she saw him making her quickly turn off her music and pulled her ear plugs out.

Steven frowned slightly at the woman with the ear buds, but said nothing. He did not really care that she had been listening to music, but he knew that he was still in a poor mood. Shaking his head, he tried to dispel his demons. It was not his students' faults that he was having a crappy day.

"Good morning class. Ah, why don't we go around in a circle, and tell everyone our name and something about ourselves? I will start. I am Steven and I teach sociology here. I am recently divorced, have a dog named Hobo and I like jogging and reading novels in my spare time." He turned and pointed at the woman, who was just putting away her ear buds.

She nodded and stood up as they gathered in a circle she spoke first "Hello everyone I am new transfer student my name is Lizzy but my real name is Elizabeth Smith I am from Long Beach, California" she said looking at everyone as everyone else spoke their names and where they were from before they sat down looking up at their teacher waiting for him to start the hour long lecture about what they would learning and other things. Lizzy or Elizabeth sat in the back near the window where she was before he came in putting away her Iphone and ear plugs

When they were done introducing themselves, Steven started to write the title of the course on the white board and handed out the syllabus. The first class was more of an introduction than an actual lecture. He let the class know that they would be participating in a volunteer experience in a local nursing home as a part of the course and would have a chance to interact one-on-one with the residence. Besides that, they would each be required to present a project to the class, on a subject of their choosing. After the introductions were over he started to give a description of the subject of the course.

"Sociology of aging deals with the social and biological process of aging." He went on to discuss some of the processes involved with aging and how society, and modern industrialized society in particular, dealt with them. It was interesting enough, but not to in depth. Finally, he called the class to a close, asking if there were any final questions.

No one else had any questions as the bell rang meaning the hour was over. The students stood and left. Elizabeth was the last one in the classroom packing everything in her small backpack that had the initials E and S on it in the front in perfect cursive humming to herself . She finished up and walked up to the front heading for the door. "See you tomorrow professor" she said leaving the room.

"Yes, see you tomorrow." As it was, he ended up seeing her sooner than that though. The professor was getting his dinner in the cafeteria, and looking for a place to sit, when he realized that the only place open was next to the young woman from his class. "Ah, Miss Smith, wasn't it? Do you mind if I take a seat?" He stood there with his tray held awkwardly and waited for her reply.

She looked up and smiled "Sure I don't mind. I could use the company" she said smiling at him as she moved her bag to another seat, she had a small chicken salad in front of her as she was doing her homework from other classes, her sociology homework seems to be completed already. Her purple and white blonde hair was over her left shoulder with an ear plug in her right ear music playing in her ear.

"Thank you." He sat his tray down and then slide into the chair. "I appreciate it." His tray held an open faced turkey sandwich with gravy and a small pile of green peas. He also had a tall glass of iced tea. "So," he asked as he sat down. "Where are you from originally?" He was just making small talk, of course.

"I am from California which is far from here, I went to another collage there but when I heard about tranfer students going to this school I signed up since I always wanted to go here but couldn't afford the money for tuition" she said. She looked at him with a smile "So what made you want to be a sociology teacher in the first place"she asked continuing their conversation