The summer came and went so quiet, just like the last few had. Entering his third year as a student teacher in the small college town of Franklin, Iowa, 30 year old Riley Austin settled in for what he thought would be an amazing first year as an official Professor for the college in the newest subject on the agenda, 90s History. Being born in the 90s and living throughout them made him a perfect candidate for the spot, although it seemed like he didn't have a lot of competition for the job as many seen it as a 'filler' class. This course was added as many of the history credits that were needed to graduate the college seemed to be filling up quickly and this would add a quick and easy history credit for those who needed it to pass.
His day started as normal, waking up at 6am and eating his breakfast of bacon and egg sandwich on toast then jumping in the shower before heading to the his closet where he choose a nice red sweater with khaki pants and brown shoes. Looking in the mirror, he smiled at his appearance and was immediately ready to start his day. He left his apartment slightly earlier than normal to get to his classroom and prepare. His 'classroom' would actually be a 100 seat lecture hall, but he was okay with that, but it needed his personal touch.
After a small ten minute drive, he pulled into his official facility parking spot. Smiled at his accomplishments for a moment, he stepped out of the car and begin his walk across campus to the lecture hall in question. Entering the hall, he found it to be normal lecture hall. He stepped in the side office and locked the door, beginning to nail down his lesson plan for the first day.
