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#this is embarrassing af i will now be disintegrating thank u <3
anlian-aishang · 3 years
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professor ackerman being the type that brings the same steel grey thermos to every morning class. sometimes coffee, sometimes tea, always steaming when he twists it open and sips as he transitions topics.
button-up cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up, tucked into his slacks - secured by the leather belt that matches his oxford shoes. a watch that he never needs to check, always starting and ending class on time. monochrome is his attire, black and white like the chalkboard.
though a professor of stem, that enamel is his canvas on which he crafts his art. graphs drawn from the greek letters and superscripts that comprise the equations they're based on. forearms flex as he pushes the third board back and forth, rolling smoothly like his pace as he writes from one side of the stage to the other.
his back is perpetually to the audience except for the start of class, good morning, everyone. let's get started. chapter 12. and the end of class, come see me if you have questions. thanks.
every professor seems to say that, but ackerman is the only one who really means it. in the pitch black of night after all lectures are over, there is always that one light that shines over campus, where in that office, his door remains open to any student in need.
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