Tutor

He punched his fist against the desk, emphasizing the point he was making with surprising humour. His points were usually quite valid, but sometimes they came out a little different, what with his 'talk-now-think-later' method. His accent rumbled through the room, both Scottish and Australian, spreading contagious smiles to all the students he taught and let's face it, socialized with. The giggles from the odd person would at times burst into roars of laughter from everybody, sometimes accompanied with a bit of student-tutor immaturity. His constant grin remained, and his cheekiness, knowing too well the jokes that were going to land him on "that site". The girl scribbled furiously with her pen across 4mm high letters, indecipherable to anyone but her. I have to watch what I say now, don't I?

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