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Seb was glad to turn the key in his door and finally be home. Tuesdays were always long and demanding. The Hillary term at his College was the most challenging . Freshmen, now no longer quite as fresh, were getting harder to motivate. Creative writing could be a demanding task. A small number had dropped out already. He felt under pressure to motivate and encourage them. He hoped they were finally beginning to realise that literary entertainment carried a price tag of focus and dedication.
Glasgow was a great city though, he mused to himself. Lots of fun things to do and now with his fiancée Karen, life was good. Karen joked that his job was all about creating characters and living in his head with them. She, on the other hand, had to tend to real people, sick and infirm every day in her nursing job. A ping alerted him to his SMS message. He decided to check. He noticed his heart was beginning to race. Now in his late twenties the novelty of social media and hundreds of friends was beginning to wear off . Sometimes though some young undergrad among his students might decide to play a prank. He decided to ignore it. The tone was somewhat piqued, even angry:'silly ..rotten swine?***. He scrolled down,'broken my fragile heart and made me miserable?'. There was still more to decipher,'I am wont to scream?'. Seb was baffled . How odd this text language, he thought. Now his peace of mind was disturbed. He reflected back on an incident five years earlier when he got a prank call from an irate student. Unhappy with his final exam result, the final year student got very upset and proceeded to vent his verbal anger via an SMS, only to discover that Seb was not his teacher. Seb settled into his comfy armchair and grabbed a cool beer from the fridge. He zapped and finally settled on LATE NEWS on Channel 3. The world tonight was full of the usual mix of tragedy and war or at least that was the menu that the media served up. Another ping . This time he couldn't ignore it. Same message stared out from his Smart phone. Only this time with a final line' Get me a drink?.' Seb tried to call but there was no number showing . He clicked on Karen's number seeking some human solace. Only her sweet voice telling him to call back at a more appropriate time. It had slipped his mind that Karen did night shift on Tuesday. By now it was midnight and Seb tried to put it out of his mind and get some rest. Having tossed and turned thru the night he was groggy and sleepy next morning. Going up the College steps he heard someone call his name'Mr Withers, Mr Withers , may I have a word?'. It was Grigson, the Freshman from his class,who displayed enormous writing talent but was inordinately lazy. 'How did you like my ending for the story. Is the language register right ? Would those Victorian ladies have said stuff like that 'Silly rotten swine or something stronger?'.Seb's heart resumed its normal rhythm.
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