Post by show on Aug 2, 2011 4:00:52 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #7298ac 15px solid; border-left: #7298ac 15px solid;] Cosmo flipped a page on his desk calendar with ease. His chocolate brown eyes just skimmed the page to see if he'd written any thing important down for that day. Obviously, he should have written it down if it was important enough, otherwise he might have forgotten. He was clumsy with things like that. For a moment, it had been like nothing was wrong, as his eyes fell to the very last edge of the white paper and started to move on to his neatly-cluttered (is that possible? why yes it is) desk, music books and papers strewn about, he did a double take at the calendar. Holy hell, it was May already?! May Third, to be exact. Where did the time go? Woah. He'd really survived five months of being a teacher. The thought made him rise from his desk, and pump his fist in the air with a hissing proud, "Yessss!" as he congratulated himself. Cosmo glided to some place in the center of the room, not near the desks or chairs, and not close to the metal music stands that could have poked his eyeball out of his head. That wouldn't have gone well with his solo celebration party. In what would have looked like a spazz moment to outsiders, Cosmo's body consisted of tight isolation moves that seemed almost robotic. All parts of his body -his hands, arms, hips, shoulders, elbows, moved seperately, yet in flow, in time to his own beat, his own humming. It was the gloating, proud type; similar to "nananananana, you can't catch me," and definitely still as childish. He grinned through his humming, his smile challenging the sun for the title of "the brightest". This new realization brought a new shine to his aura, put him on cloud nine really (and he'd stay there for the rest of the day). Wow, really, five months. At the most, Cosmo had really only anticipated being able to take teaching for three months or so. But not five, not over half of the school year. The first day of school he'd been a complete nervous wreck. Hardly his mother's cooing and coddling could keep his excitement, fear, and anxiety in his stomach. Cosmo hadn't every really had such a sense of mixed feelings in his life. Even when he was first joining Pandemonium and Mr. Charivari for the first time on stage. That had been pure excitement, joy, and anticipation. The nerves didn't kick in until he had already finished and was backstage. That's what always happened to him, after accomplishing such a big feat, performing his first show, his hands shook as if in disbelief. His nerves were nervous nerves, but more like the kind that were shocked that he actually did it without fainting of fright. The only other time he felt like fainting from nerves was his wedding day. If you were to be marrying a fine woman such as his dark eyed beauty, Kira, there'd be more than enough reason to get jittery. Walking into his classroom that first day had been like watching her walk down the aisle. The tantalizing of his fate being so close yet so far away, killed him with every second he had to have waited. The only difference between his wedding and his first day teaching a class all by himself was the fact that he knew Kira liked him enough to get be with him for the rest of her life (or well, so he thought), but his new students might not even like him at all. It had been scary. But Cosmo managed to get through the day without fumbling all over the place like usual new teachers did. As the days had gone on and turned to months, he stretched out his life as a teacher expectancy out. In more recent weeks, Cos believed that he could last a full year, and probably many more. The sound of a knock on the door made his eyes pop open and the clicking of the door swinging open made his dance moves come to a slow. His eyes readjusted itself to the poster-covered room. Heat rose to his lightly tanned cheeks, and he almost couldn't bring himself to turn away from the Michael Jackson poster to the person standing in the doorway. Who would be coming into his room at this early in the morning anyway? Still, even with slight confusion, Mr. Erasmus turned towards the door with a bright grin on his face. "Heya Nick," he greeted to the twelfth grade girl. He'd always said that his students were welcome to come by anytime (and he'd had a few that had taken him up on that offer), but most were hardly ever in the morning. "What can I do for you?" *words 797 *tagged for nick *outfit wearing *notes this is way longer than usual. but here you go. |
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