He didn't go to college for sports and be a professional, but to follow the passion he has had since he was much younger. Becoming a history professor. His classes in history spanned every possible millena. Taking every history class there was. His professors were impressed with his drive to study history. His accuracy of his papers and assignments baffled the professors on a regular basis.
He felt like all of the college teachers were inspiring figures, with a passion for teaching that was infectious. Or was it the subject he was learning that was entertaining him? Their lectures were engaging and thought-provoking, and they had a way of making even the most mundane topics seem interesting. They challenged any student to think critically and outside the box, put pushing Astral all the way to finding new and exiting breakthroughs. all of which he kept track of in a binder. Astral always left their class feeling inspired and motivated, with a newfound love for learning. Picking up a passion for teaching those who also loved to learn.
While pursuing basketball to stay in shape. He managed to always make a deep run in the playoff tournament. Only having the team around him to win it all one of the four years that they went there. That one trip was special. The finals of the basketball tournament were a nerve-wracking experience, Astral would be envious of the eager crowd. The crowd itself cheering loudly and the tension palpable. The players were focused and determined, Astral had been here three other times. With his last year of eligibility he is going to give it his all. With sweat pouring down every players faces as they battled it out on the court. The sound of sneakers squeaking against the hardwood and the thud of the ball hitting the floor echoed through the arena. The game was close, with both teams giving it their all until the final buzzer sounded. The game needed overtime. Astral had already played every minute of the game, and he felt like they lost their opportunity to win. Despite his own personal performance, the team had done really well.
Nonetheless, the other team played more well rounded as the game was slated to last another two minutes. The tip off went to the other team who would immediately score. After inbounding the ball Astral would drive down the court and make it for the easy layup. They would toss the ball in and Astral would steal it away for another easy basket. Astral would keep the pressure on. Just another minute for them to win this one. Astral would go wherever the ball went. Being able to block shots and steal the ball with ease, the two minutes would fly by with ease. Looking up to the score, Astral would smile taking a deep relaxing breath before being swarmed by his teammates. They would lift him up as they had finally done it. He got the tournament win with an unbelievable amount of effort in the two minutes of overtime. After answering a couple of questions for an interview he would head to the locker room one last time. He had done it and the after party would be legendary. He checked his phone and apparently everyone at the college was celebrating already. Campus was going nuts as he would stretch out and relax. The smell of success filling the air.
Making it back to the college is when the real party week would start. The first night back was a party and a parade, congratulating Astral and the rest of the team for winning the championship. Once the parade was over. Astral made his way over to frat row. Stopping in on each separate party he would find the same thing over and over. The frat party was a wild, raunchy and raucous affair, with the music blasting and the alcohol flowing freely. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and perfume, and the room was packed with people dancing and socializing. The energy was high, and everyone seemed to be having a good time, with laughter and cheers filling the air. The party seemed to go on forever, as long as Astral was standing he never had an empty drink, and the campus security would be giving him a special pass for pulling off the impossible. Stumbling around he would find another frat. This time with not so happy of a tone. Walking into a new party members of the frat would be harassing a lady, Astral stepped in to put a stop to it. "Hey, stop messing with her."
One of the frat members would approach him. "It's none of your business superstar, this is our frat, she is here willingly." Astral would tilt his head at this, smelling the booze from all around.
"Well, ask her if she wants to stay?" The lady would lurch away from one of the frat members as they held her still. "That answers my question, now let her go and I wont get physical." most of the frat members seemed to back off, muttering under their breath. but three would step forward.
"Just because you are the star of the basketball team doesn't mean that you can push everyone around." One of them would speak, the cold april wind making the scene eerie. Astral would set his drink down on the ground as the frat member spoke once more. "We aren't scared of a drunk." Astral would look up to the man who stood close to six foot six.
"Don't be scared of the drunk, be scared of the professional." Astral would send a chill down their spine before blitzing the man who smack talked him. Sending a strong right handed uppercut straight into the jaw of the man. The other two would catch their friend as Astral let loose two kicks into the men who caught their friend. Making all three of them fall to the ground. The frat member holding the girl let go as she ran over to Astral and hid behind him. "Thanks boys, I'll be seeing you around. To the next Frat." He would walk away, grabbing his drink on his way to the next house, the girl would follow him around for the rest of the night that he doesn't remember.
After he graduated from college with his history doctorate, masters in teaching and a bachelor's degree in psychology. He went on to teach all the history classes at the college he graduated from. He was able to teach undisturbed at his college for close to twenty years. Happy he could spread his passion to others. Making his classes enjoyable to be in. Walking around campus one day after becoming a teacher, taking a turn down frat row one night to enjoy the liveliness of all of the young and dumb college kids. Reminiscing on his past times here. The scent of fall blanketing the streets.
Passing up a familiar house he would stop for a second. He heard alot of commotion from inside the house. He would walk up to the door to hear a brutal haze happening. He would knock on the door as everyone on the inside froze. They all went quiet as the frat president answered the door. "Hello sir what seems to be the problem?"
"Oh I came by for the fresh fall air and heard some things? Is there any problems going on?" Astral would ask looking past the man seeing a couple of young kids being hazed, they looked no older than eighteen each. "Do you kids in there need help?" He would ask as they nodded yes to his question. The frat leader would step in the way as someone in the frat punched each of the kids in the gut. Astral felt the gust of wind from behind him. "Either let the kids go or I'll show you what real strength looks like."
The frat leader looked at the man in front of him. "You think you can stop all of us. You realize this is the body building frat right?" Astral would nod his head in agreeance. "We are trying to toughen up our recruits."
"By torturing them?" Astral had heard enough. This is the same frat from a few years ago where he rescued the the girl from the party. Steaming with anger he felt his temperature start to go upwards. "Let them go or what I did years ago. You don't want that to happen." Astral would point to the leader. Who just started laughing as the rest of the frat outside of the recruits came to the door.
"Do you have a death wish? We will beat you to a pulp!" The leader would speak as he charged out the door to tackle Astral. Deflecting him by using his right arm to push the man down the steps of the frats front deck. The frat members would funnel outwards as Astral launched a volley of punches. Letting their bodies stack at the bottom of the steps. The frat leader climbed up his friends and tried to throw a punch at Astral. As he let loose a sweeping leg kick to knock out the leader as he enters the house. The three kids struggling to break themselves free of the ropes. Burning their wrists by moving so much.
"Hey don't worry, you three are safe. Just go to the frat next door and join them. Much more peaceful bunch. They are all about helping people with their goals." Astral would speak to soothe the three of them as he cuts the ropes with a pocket knife. As the three stand back up they would quickly thank him before running directly next door. Astral would carefully step down the stairs avoiding the bodies laying on the ground. Now its time for one of his favorite lessons to teach tomorrow.