Duncan nodded, showing just a hint of irritation.  But it was clearly the whole computer mess.  His eyes kept on the lookout for the associate’s return.
 
“Well, I monitor new arrivals.  I’m an official tutor for the Upper school.  And I am a TA and Sub teacher for the Lower School.”  He frowned.  “It’s not common knowledge.  I don’t exactly advertise the fact.  Mostly the school knows me for guitar work, acting and football.”  Then he grinned.  “Chicks dig scars?”  
 
He shook his head.  “I only joined the football team because last year was supposed to be their last.  They were cancelling the program.  Last place team.  I never liked quitting, so I decided to see what I could do.  Took them all the way to the championship, became team Captain this year and gave the program new life.  To be honest, I don’t even like football, not really.  But I wanted to try being in a team sport - and I couldn’t handle MY sport - soccer.  Lung damage.  I couldn’t even handle a regular football practice.  So I became a Kicker.  Special teams don’t have to practice as hard.  And … it was the only thing the doctor would clear me for.  It was that … or bench.
 
“Guitar I started back when I was 12 or 13.  I forget exactly.  I took it because I thought it would be an easy A junk course and something I couldn’t just read a book on and be an instant expert.  I discovered it was a language.  And … I liked the challenge.  I drive my teachers nuts by playing classical on an electric guitar.  Or I’ll turn a classic rock song into country or vice versa just to annoy people.  That’s mostly what I play - rock or country.  I especially like ballads.  But I suck at creativity.  I play other people’s music.
 
“Anyways, if you don’t stop me, I’ll talk your ears off.  What are you in for - the store - not school.  Though school - aka prison for kids - would be good to know too.  I might be able to suggest schedule - no wait.  You’re a senior.  Changing schools this late must suck.  Really messes with plans on higher education.”