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Team Leader of the X-Men Mansion Math Teacher Japanese Language Teacher
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May 14, 2024 8:39:30 GMT -6
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His first class ever had gone smoothly. High school math really isn't so hard, and the explanations are easy. The students hadn't needed too much help, after he'd gone over the principles of of the formulas, explained the ideas behind everything. He already had plans for where they'd go, and how he'd teach it. There were some fun ideas in that brain of his. Things to get the students interested.
Some might think it easy, when you've got a mutation that aids you in maths. 'You're a walking calculator. That's cheating. Being a math teacher is a no brainer!' they might say. But just because one knows the answer, that doesn't mean they know how they got there. Showing one's work is important, and teaching is hard. There's a lot of information up there, in your head, and the goal is to get it out there, into the student mind. You have to develop good information transfer skills, or the download is a flop.
He had spent a lot of time practicing his communication skills. A brief foray as a Teacher's Aide had taught him a lot of the things kids do to avoid actual work. After leaving the police, he had spent time going to college to get a teaching degree, and done various sales and retail jobs to help support him and his wife. Now, he was a teacher. Math, and Japanese. Not as many kids took Japanese, so it was more of an extra. An easy one. Being Japanese made him an expert.
The Asian stopped a yawn before it escaped his mouth. What he really needed was coffee. He'd had to come in early, to get himself ready for work. Big first day, and all of that. He'd have to go to the kitchen, and --- no. Teachers didn't use the mansion kitchen. They had a teacher's lounge. A place to go when you had time, a thing he figured would become a rarity in future weeks. Probably some tables, a fridge, a sink, and microwave. Shin went to hunt it out.
Hazlenut creamer. Plain black coffee. Ambrosia. He held the white paper cup between his hands, and drank in the life-changing caffeine. He stood in the lounge, by the sinks. A window let in the sun, illuminating the room. Not many people standing around. Too busy. He'd said hello to one person as they breezed through. The headmaster (or one of him), getting a cup of tea. He figured they both needed energy. Now, he stood, enjoying his coffee before his next class in an hour.
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