The College Professor

It was a new year for Jackson. He had recently gotten a job at His local college teaching a new class that He created. How He got the job He'll likely never tell.

Jackson walked upto the building which He would be hosting His first class. The campus on which the building sat was rather small and not very appealing. This was to be expected since it was a local college and not a large university. The area around the building had lightly brown green grass in whatever areas that were not taken up by buildings, trees, or pathways.

The building that Jackson walked up to was rather lackluster; likely built during the sixties when brutualist architecture was all the rave. The building was made almost complete made of cinderblocks if it weren't for the small windows that marked the classrooms and the doors that led into the building.

He finally walked into the building, holding the door open for some of the students that were filing in behind Him. The inside of the building matched the outside. There was no life to the interior of the building, blank off-white tiles covered the floor, white painted cinderblocks made up the walls. He shook His head as he went up one of the staircases to the second floor. There He walked down the hall to the room His class had been assigned.