professor out side of class

It is a nice warm day with a cool breeze as I walk over to the quaint little coffee shop. The shop is not as busy as normal but still has its tables filled. I walk inside and a lady that seems to be grading work is sitting by the door on the patio, as I sneeze she is the only one that says “bless you”. I go inside get my normal meal and coffee and return to the patio to were the lady is still busily grading work. She is quit and very beautiful. Flipping through what it looks like to be some kind of science work, she looks frustrated. 

Time passes while I feed the birds my crumbs and watch the “teacher” she has got through maybe half her pile of papers when she gets her computer out. She bounces back and forth from the pile of papers to the computer only to get more and more aggravated. With her glasses falling down every now and then she slips them back onto her face and carries on with what she is doing. Could this be a professor outside of the class? I say this because she carries her NMSU briefcase and while I watch with anticipation I clap my hands on my legs getting a very stern look from her, like we are in class. 

She stops what she is doing and answers her phone with “hey sweetie” as she takes her glasses off.  While the phone call carries on it sounds like she is talking to her kid as she discusses taking grandma to church and how busy she is with papers. She explains to the person on the phone she is too busy to pick up grandma and that she should be done with her papers at 5:30 then she is done for the day. Who would have thought professors have just as much work to do as the work they assign for their students, sarcastically speaking. She hangs up the phone puts her glasses back on and carries on with what she was doing. 

She has a baggy full of USBs and as she does her work she is placing different ones into her computer. She suddenly gets up and goes inside leaving all her work and computer on the table. A couple minutes pass and she comes back but with nothing in her hands. She takes a drink of her tea and places another USB into the computer. As she looks likes she is deep in reading a group of loud kids walk up and she gives them the same look she gave me for clapping my hands. Their reaction is pretty the same as mine was as they quite down and walk inside, even outside of class professors have that power. 

Since I have been here for a little over an hour, and she will not be done tell 5:30 I have to leave. I start to put my things away and she is still unbothered carrying away with the papers and her computer work that she has been doing since before I got here.