"I really don't think I'm going to be keeping this for long" Leon said, rubbing the rough patch of hair growing on his face while looking at a mirror in the teachers lounge. For no reason other than to try something different Leon decided to grow out his facial hair, but kept it trimmed down to a barely noticeable length. He could feel it though. It got a chuckle out of one of his co-workers who were also stalling before going to their first class. 

"I thought facial hair was the true mark of a starving artist Mr. Alvenson." Mrs. Wagner, the History teacher, pointed out jokingly. This caused Leon to gesture down to his less than perfect attire: shirt untucked, unmatched socks, almost naturally messy hair. "Nope, this outfit is."

With that Leon grabbed his briefcase and saluted to the other teachers as the left the lounge. Taking the long route through the school to his classroom, which was arranged as a giant, three-floored square, Leon did a lap around each floor. He found the best way to see which kids would be tardy was to just walk past them in the hallways and give them a look. Granted, he would end up being nearly fifteen minutes late, but worse things could happen. He had already been into the classroom beforehand and aligned the clock on the wall with his cellphone. Waiting until the last second before the fifteen minutes were up Leon walked into the door to see a few rows of students with a few of them staring up at the clock or at their phones. When he walked in many of them looked at him like he took away their favorite treat. 

Pointing at the clock Leon put an inquisitive expression on. "Did... did you hope you were going to be able to cut out early? Tch, tough break. Looks like you'll have to sit through another borrring 'introduction to the new year'shtick. Shall we all sigh in unison? One, two, three!" he said, conducting with his hands, then letting out a big sigh. This got a few laughs, which was all that Leon was hoping for. "Hm, I guess a couple of you are starting off this year with a cheerful disposition. Alright, down to the tacks of brass."

Turning to the whiteout board behind him Leon wrote down 'Mr. Leon Alvenson'. At least, that's what he knew it to say. His handwriting made it a little more of a puzzle. "For those of you who can't read my terrible writing, my name is Mr. Leon Alvenson. I'll be your General Arts teacher this year, plus your teacher for any specified art classes you may be taking as well, whether it be photography, painting, or graphic design." He began to walk around the class handing out forms, making eye contact with each student as he did. "These are the usual papers you are used to getting: the items you'll need, how often we'll be doing projects, and all the rest. The final page has my contact information, including my work email and work cell phone. You can text or call it whenever you have questions. Speaking of, any questions so far?" he asked, returning to the front of the room, looking to the class for a response.