Post by DREW SOLOMON on Aug 22, 2012 2:22:42 GMT -5
It wouldn’t be long before classes started again and Drew was happy for it. He liked being able to relax, but teaching was his passion and pretty much his whole life. He was likely to get a spot as a summer school teacher, having worked for the school for some years and having seniority. It helped that he was super popular with his students too, something which he took pride in but he didn’t exactly try for. He just did his job and he connected with the students by giving them assignments that would be enjoyable as well as educational. Of course, they couldn’t all be enjoyable, but most were, and the students were comfortable asking him questions. He found that his classes always booked up fast from the number of students requesting to be put into them. While he taught government, geography and world history when he was asked to, his true love was American history. His areas of expertise were the American Revolution and the Civil War, but it also helped that he remembered much of the Cold War and the Vietnam Era, for which he was a good source as well. Well, he was a good source for any history, but if you asked him about the Revolution or the Civil War, he could talk for hours and never bore the person he was speaking to. This summer he had been given American history to teach for summer school, so it was quite an enjoyable summer. It would be even more enjoyable if he didn’t have so much time on his hands.
The free time he had he mostly spent reading. Jeff Shaara and his father Michael’s books were read through once again, along with a smattering of Stephan Ambrose and some biographies on Thomas Jefferson and John Adams. Drew was an avid reader and all but devoured any book about American history. He enjoyed his fair share of classic literature as well, but it was rare he actively sought to read it. If he had to pick a century with the best literature, though, it would have to be the 19th. Charles Dickens, Henry David Thoreau, the Romantics and even novelists such as Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, the Bronte sisters, and Jane Austen were fun and fascinating to read…when he had a moment away from his history books. Today he was enjoying another of Shaara’s novels, reading through his account of the Battle of Gettysburg, one of many chapters the battle took up in the novel. It was so fascinating because Shaara’s accounts of the events were so accurate and so well-studied. He had to be one of Drew’s favorite authors. Having a few cups of coffee with a side of a great Shaara novel? That made for the perfect afternoon.
He realized he had been in Dylan’s for about two hours by the time he really looked up from his book other than to answer the waitress’s questions. The coffee shop was one of his favorite places to go and the coffee was always fresh. There was always something new to try and he did so often, sometimes with his little sister figure Maxi. She had the same love of coffee that he did and always had something interesting to talk about. Thinking of Maxi, he wondered how she was doing since this darkness fell…he hadn’t really had time to go by and see her. He decided now was as good a time as any, though he’d probably call her to make sure she was home before he drove all the way over there. With a sigh, he finished his cup of coffee and slipped off his reading glasses, putting in them in their case and back in the inside pocket of his suit jacket. He’d come straight from the school, so he was still dressed in a suit jacket and button down white shirt, but with jeans on instead of slacks. It was summer, but it had actually been snowing lately and it was too chilly to go around wearing thin slacks all the time.
As he made his way to the counter to pay for his coffee, he fished his beat up black leather wallet out of his pocket and became completely oblivious as he counted his money. Did he have enough to pay in cash or would he have to use his card? As he was considering, his brows furrowed and his book tucked under one very muscled arm, his thick leg banged into the side of a flimsy metal table he was passing and with a gasp he dropped both his book and his wallet as he reached down to grab the table in a panic. He was afraid he was going to knock the whole thing over! Drew was so big that it often made him clumsy and he usually underestimated his own strength. The table was safe, but the coffee was two seconds away from tipping over. He snatched a hand out and grabbed it just in time that it just sloshed a little on the table…and on his hand. “Ah, ow!” he hissed as he shook the hot liquid off away from the person sitting at the table. When he looked at that person…wow, she was pretty. And pretty annoyed from the look of it. He gave her a nervous half smile. “Uhh, sorry about that. I wasn’t paying attention.” He looked back down at her coffee and then his hand. He’d just touched her coffee. Gross. “Can I pay for your next cup? Since I just practically put my hand in this one.” He gave a small laugh, looking down at her again with a kind smile. It was then he realized she looked familiar. “Oh wait…don’t you work at the high school? Drew Solomon. I teach history over there.” He extended his hand still covered with coffee and then laughed at his own blunder, offering the other hand instead.
The free time he had he mostly spent reading. Jeff Shaara and his father Michael’s books were read through once again, along with a smattering of Stephan Ambrose and some biographies on Thomas Jefferson and John Adams. Drew was an avid reader and all but devoured any book about American history. He enjoyed his fair share of classic literature as well, but it was rare he actively sought to read it. If he had to pick a century with the best literature, though, it would have to be the 19th. Charles Dickens, Henry David Thoreau, the Romantics and even novelists such as Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, the Bronte sisters, and Jane Austen were fun and fascinating to read…when he had a moment away from his history books. Today he was enjoying another of Shaara’s novels, reading through his account of the Battle of Gettysburg, one of many chapters the battle took up in the novel. It was so fascinating because Shaara’s accounts of the events were so accurate and so well-studied. He had to be one of Drew’s favorite authors. Having a few cups of coffee with a side of a great Shaara novel? That made for the perfect afternoon.
He realized he had been in Dylan’s for about two hours by the time he really looked up from his book other than to answer the waitress’s questions. The coffee shop was one of his favorite places to go and the coffee was always fresh. There was always something new to try and he did so often, sometimes with his little sister figure Maxi. She had the same love of coffee that he did and always had something interesting to talk about. Thinking of Maxi, he wondered how she was doing since this darkness fell…he hadn’t really had time to go by and see her. He decided now was as good a time as any, though he’d probably call her to make sure she was home before he drove all the way over there. With a sigh, he finished his cup of coffee and slipped off his reading glasses, putting in them in their case and back in the inside pocket of his suit jacket. He’d come straight from the school, so he was still dressed in a suit jacket and button down white shirt, but with jeans on instead of slacks. It was summer, but it had actually been snowing lately and it was too chilly to go around wearing thin slacks all the time.
As he made his way to the counter to pay for his coffee, he fished his beat up black leather wallet out of his pocket and became completely oblivious as he counted his money. Did he have enough to pay in cash or would he have to use his card? As he was considering, his brows furrowed and his book tucked under one very muscled arm, his thick leg banged into the side of a flimsy metal table he was passing and with a gasp he dropped both his book and his wallet as he reached down to grab the table in a panic. He was afraid he was going to knock the whole thing over! Drew was so big that it often made him clumsy and he usually underestimated his own strength. The table was safe, but the coffee was two seconds away from tipping over. He snatched a hand out and grabbed it just in time that it just sloshed a little on the table…and on his hand. “Ah, ow!” he hissed as he shook the hot liquid off away from the person sitting at the table. When he looked at that person…wow, she was pretty. And pretty annoyed from the look of it. He gave her a nervous half smile. “Uhh, sorry about that. I wasn’t paying attention.” He looked back down at her coffee and then his hand. He’d just touched her coffee. Gross. “Can I pay for your next cup? Since I just practically put my hand in this one.” He gave a small laugh, looking down at her again with a kind smile. It was then he realized she looked familiar. “Oh wait…don’t you work at the high school? Drew Solomon. I teach history over there.” He extended his hand still covered with coffee and then laughed at his own blunder, offering the other hand instead.
