Sirius woke up slowly. First was reaching out from under the covers cocoon to turn off the first alarm. Second was blinking. Third was groaning and burrowing deeper into his cocoon of warmth and fluff. Fourth was turning off the second alarm. Fifth was rolling around a bit then sitting up with his cocoon. Sixth was slowly peeling back the covers and letting all of his warmth drain away as the cold hit him one inch at a time. Seventh was scurrying to the bathroom with his clothes for the day to hop in a scalding shower. Eighth was a cup of coffee once he was out of the shower and dressed. After his third cup of coffee, Sirius was awake.<br/><br/>Sirius' movements were sluggish as he made himself some scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast. His toast burnt slightly in the toaster and he was out of butter, but he made it through breakfast alive. He only wanted to go back to sleep. Sirius was<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>a morning person.<br/><br/>On his way out the door, Sirius double checked his laptop bag for his graded papers, his grading book, his laptop and cord, Al's and his snacks for the afternoon, and Al's and his extra packets of coffee and tea. He snatched his keys and phone off of the counter and left, locking up behind himself.<br/><br/>It took Sirius two minutes to get to his car in the parking garage and fifteen minutes to get to the school and parked. The only good thing was that he had two break periods - first and sixth. He didn't do homeroom either, but he still arrived as early as the teachers who did.<br/><br/>His stride was confident and steady despite his shivering. Sirius always felt cold until he acclimated to the temperature of the room he was in. His classroom and office were always warm either by the actual air conditioning unit or his heaters.<br/><br/>Sirius sighed as he entered his blissfully warm office. Automatic timed heaters were a blessing. He placed his bag gently on his desk before shrugging out of his coat and folding it over the back of his chair. Sirius booted his school computer which was a slow piece of junk, but it was regulation material. At least the computers in the library were better so the students could do school work like graphic design without problems.<br/><br/>Sirius sipped on his to-go coffee from home as he waited. Sirius was leaning back in his chair with his left ankle resting on his right knee. His right hand tapped on his armrest to the beat of his newest favorite acapella song.<br/><br/>Fifteen minutes later the first period bell rang and his computer came to life while asking for his username and password to the internal network.<br/><br/>Five minutes later he was in and clicking away as he inputed grades into the computer. It was a tiring and repetitive process, but it had to be done. His first year as a teacher he had waited until a week before midterm grades were due and found himself doing all-nighters like he was college again to grade all of his papers<span style="font-style: italic">and</span>input every single grade. It was hell. So he changed it up and put the grades in as soon as he finished grading the assignment and found himself not bogged down by everything. It was glorious.<br/><br/>Two more cups of coffee and thirty minutes later, Sirius finished inputing his grades and was making copies of the days assignment for his classes. His first class was in twenty-five minutes and he had to make around 100 or so copies, at least he could do double sided and it was only a two pages.<br/><br/>Sirius stood by an open window in the teachers lounge - where the copier was located - smoking a cigarette as he waited. He felt optimistic today. A good number in each of his classes actually took the freebee assignment well, especially Conager Valenteis. Sirius expected a lot from him and he was hoping that Valenteis wouldn't be<span style="font-style: italic">too</span>troublesome. He would hate to give a talented student detention for doing something stupid, but if he did he would probably just make Valenteis do writing and not anything too harsh. Depended on the infraction.<br/><br/>When the copier finished, the bell had rang for students to transfer classes. Sirius flicked his cigarette into a nearby ashtray then grabbed his giant stack of warm papers. He made it to the classroom just before the late bell. Let the day begin.