About half the kids attending hadn’t done the reading.He draped his head over the chair back, stared at the ceiling, and groaned. “You’ve got to do the reading. You can’t just show up in class and expect what comes out of my mouth to be all you’ll need to learn to pass this course. I’m not the kind of teacher who’s going to read aloud to you. You’re grown-ups. My job is to help you adapt the lessons into practical measures so you can actually do the damned math. I’m not rehashing this lecture.” He straightened up and scanned each slouching student in turn. “Tell your friends. I teach two sections of this course. If I think you’re all coasting and not doing the reading, I’m going to make damn sure Dr. Mertz adds more quizzes to curriculum.”The kids slumped.Lazy bums. He shouldn’t have been surprised. It was a liberal arts school, after all.After class, Seth intercepted Curt on the way out of the math building.“What are you doing on campus, big guy?”Seth–six feet-four, well over two hundred pounds, and with copper-colored hair that could probably be seen from the coast–moved them out of the stream of foot traffic.“Met someone for a job interview.”Curt assessed his long-time roommate’s ensemble from neck to feet.
