#nicknamed

@magicandnutmeg

As the semester was getting closer and closer to ending Mike’s stress levels were growing upwards. And, really, it was only because of his brain psyching himself out, not because he couldn’t deal with the work load.

He was Mike Wazowski. He could do this. He would do this. And he was going to do it well because there was no excuse to be anything less than the best. He wanted to more than just the new guy who got a “lucky first try.”

Hence why he had stayed up a little later than necessary grading quizzes from the day before to make sure they got back to the students as quickly as possible. Mike was standing by the door passing them back as he gave the students all cheery farewells and a reminder to not forget to do the reading before the next class otherwise they’d have to listen to him hold a conversation on it all by himself, and please, for the love of God, no one wanted to see that. 

Shuffling the left over quizzes from absent students in his hands he walked back over the desk at the front of the room where his stuff was to put the papers back between a paper clip and into their designated folder. He was organizing his things to put back into his backpack to make the trek back to his office when he heard the door open. Mike looked up, thinking it was a student who’d forgotten something or looked at their quiz and needed to ask a question, but instead found a woman he didn’t recognize. He assumed it was another student he didn’t teach or another professor who was here for another class or meeting of some sort. 

1971 Porsche 917/20, Nicknamed "Pink Pig"