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My morning classes are for the beginners, the kids who are familiar with ASL or even a few who are just learning. The afternoon classes, which are larger than the morning classes, are my advanced classes. These classes will be mostly silent. Best way to retain what you learn is to use it. Or so I was taught.
I grab my bag, checking for more cat vomit before I pull out my phone.
Dean: The devil left me a present this morning.
Ness: It’s a sign of love.
Dean: You, my sweet, are delusional.
Dean: He’s marking territory. I invaded, so he’s trying to make me go away.
Ness: Dramatic much? ??
Ness: Seriously, he’s not that bad.
Dean: How are those rose-colored glasses, love?
Ness: ??????????
Ness: Fitting just fine. How’s class going?
Dean: It’s going. Tossed 2 for cheating.
Ness: Figures. Special snowflakes are everywhere.
Dean: Yep. Okay love, kids are coming in. Talk later?
Ness: Come see me on your break?
Dean: Sure thing, love.
Ness: ????????
I can’t help but chuckle at her cattiness. No pun intended.
I love that woman with every fiber of my being, devil cat be damned. I am not letting her go no matter what. I’ll win that foul beast of hers over one day.
I knew going into this that cats are assholes.
Putting my best foot forward, I move to the classroom door and open it. The line that is forming is longer than the last one. Alright then, let’s get this thing started.
Morning classes are done. I have three hours until I need to be back in the room. The laptop already has the videos ready for the advanced test.
They will have it a lot harder than the morning classes, but hey, they should know more. It’s only fair. Right?
I leave the building I’ve been housed in to make my way across the campus, dodging kids and other faculty who are also walking through the courtyard. The library is easily the best-looking building on the campus. Three stories high, just enough windows to keep it from being dank and dark. The building sits in the middle of the campus. The heart of it all.
My girlfriend, the ever-so-sexy librarian, is in charge of it all. She’s the nerdiest book nerd I’ve ever met, and I adore the hell out of her. She can debate classics, modern works, and go all out for ancient texts and does so with a passion unlike any I’ve ever seen.
How much does she love books? Well, enough that she has an entire library in the house. When I’d convinced her to finally move in with me, I’d given up one of the two master bedrooms for her books. Wall-to-wall books that are shelved ceiling to floor. There are also eight standard shelves that are in the middle of the room, lined up like little soldiers that hold even more books. No joke.
The men who’d installed the big-ass shelving units we’d bought were amazed at the amount of boxes waiting to be unpacked. Ness spent the entire time they worked talking about her collection, which had started when she was a little girl. The collection is full of used, definitely loved books. Some of the collection is new, the spines in perfect shape. Some look like they’ve been buried in a grave for years then dug up. The rest are slightly worn. The collection also includes a few rare, highly valuable books. Those are going in the cabinet in the end. The glass pane would keep them safer than just having them exposed to the dust that life brings.
Moby Dick is a massive book. I swear it could be used as a weapon. And it’s old. The poor book is tattered in places, but it means something to her. So it has a special place behind glass. Her copy of A Tale of Two Cities is literally falling apart, but it is one of the oldest versions, so it too has a special place. Frankenstein is another that has seen better days, but as a kid she’d read it so much, the spine is nothing but a mess of lines.
Can I just say, I love this woman’s nerdiness.
That was one of the first things that drew me to her. That and her baby blue eyes. She’s funny, can be serious, and yet, she loves me back just as much as I love her. Yeah, yeah, I know, I’m talking about feelings. They say men don’t do that. Real men do. I have no reason to hide a damn thing.
