THE MAKING OF A LEGEND
by
RICK JORDAN
The campus was deserted the weekend before classes begin. It would be a good time to walk around, get acquainted with things, and find my assigned room. The teaching job was only part-time, but it would bring in a few extra bucks.
"You look lost. Can I help you find something?" I looked around to see a tall young woman smiling at me.
"Yes, you can. I'm looking for Walgren Hall."
It had been a long time since I had been around women so young. She was very slim, and couldn't have been more than 18 or 19. Her long hair matched the dark color of her eyes. Her large breasts swayed gently as she talked, and the slight morning chill expanded her nipples slightly against the top of her black body suit. Tight shorts, crisp and white, accentuated her tanned, smooth legs.
"It's that round building over there," she said, pointing with a graceful manicured finger.
"Thanks," I said forcing myself to look into her eyes and having difficulty not staring at her soft round tits. The consolation was watching her perfectly heart-shaped ass as she walked away.
The class they had assigned to me was a large lecture hall within Walgren Hall. Seating for about an hundred students sloped upward away from the podium so that everyone had a clear view to the front. Instead of a traditional chalkboard, a rear projection screen dominated the front of the classroom.
A projection TV in a small room behind the screen displayed everything on the screen that I might write on a small electronic "tablet". A bewildering assortment of light switches allowed room lighting to be dimmed or turned off altogether. I felt like the Wizard of Oz standing there surrounded by all that hi-tech audio-visual equipment that I barely understood.
The following Monday, eager for the first day of class, I arrived early. I stood at the podium fussing over my notes, arranging and rearranging the handouts that I had prepared, and watching the students stream in the back of the room to take their seats. Students were about evenly divi