The students leisurely greeted Jarron when he entered before taking their seats. Jarron wasn't sure what to feel about the students' attitude toward him. Back when he was a student, all the instructors had been respected and some were even revered or feared.
He shook his head lightly as he placed his notepad on the table. The only person he could blame for it all was Zach.
Jarron greeted the students and took attendance before moving on to the truly important things.
"Welcome back, everyone. It seems no one got lost on their way back. That's great. Usually, there are at least one or two desert—late-comers every year. I hope you've all spent the break resting, playing, and preparing yourselves. Personally, I've been on several dates, so if any of you need romantic advice, feel free to come see me." Jarron scanned the students and met their eyes to make sure they knew he was serious. Then he nodded.
