People Talk - WLW

Part 4

Kaino's POV ( also her aesthetic above!)
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My eyes shot open at the sound of my alarm. I whine as I sit up. It's 6:30. I get up and peek into Aniyah's room. She lays there, snoring lightly. I sigh in relief, I didn't hear her come home yesterday.

I go to my bathroom and turn on the water. It erupts out of the faucet and I turn it onto the shower setting. I undress and step into it, letting the water hit my face and chest.

I almost wish I didn't work. I don't want to go. I'm so tired. I rub my eyes and wash my hair and body. I have limited time today, i need to hurry. I finish scrubbing behind my ears and on my neck, and I rinse off all of the suds and bubbles stuck in my hair or on my arms.

I step out and put my hair in a towel, letting it dry some as I get ready. I pick out a more formal outfit than yesterdays, a white collard button up and grey straight cut pants. I put on light jewelry, limiting myself to smaller earrings and one ring.

I go over and sit down, i only have thirty minutes to get ready and luckily for me, i only live 15 minutes away from UCLA.

I don't exactly have enough time to straighten my hair today so I put it up in a half-up half down ponytail, my blue streaks more revealed. I'm surprised they hired me without complaints. I've worked here for about 4 years and I've had the blue for 6, but it's well faded now.

I push some of the loose hair on the side of my face behind my ears and grab the books I bought yesterday. I shoved them into my bag, along with my jacket and my chargers.

I go to the door and step out into the misty air. It must have rained last night. I get into my car and turn it on. I turn up the heat a little bit, not that it does much. My car is kind of run down but I don't mind.

I back out of the complex and onto the road, but instead of going towards the larger part of the city I go left. I have about 20 minutes to get there and set up for my class. I'm a bit behind, crap. That's fine, it will be just fine.

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I enter the building and walk towards my classroom. I give out a few waves and 'hi's to my coworkers. I walk down the stairs of the room and down to my desk. I set up the board for the notes we are doing today. We are going over humanistic therapy.

I pull out one of the books and write down some of the key things, and I hear footsteps and chatter approach. I straighten my shirt and set the book back down next to the neat pile of supplies I have.

The students pile in. I watch them attentively as they choose their seats and settle, taking out computers, notebooks, pens, and pencils. I take a deep breath in and out before greeting them good-morning.

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"Alright, that basically sums up self-actualisation and the behaviours which lead to it. I expect you all to read over Maslow's theory, online or physically. You should be able to outline Maslow's theory of motivation and hierarchy of needs," I explain to the crowd of people and dismiss them.

I watch them exit. It's now 10 and I have another class in 30 minuets. That one will be more focused on developmental physiology. I sit down at my desk and go over my notes I have and what homework i need to assign.