<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>A new day, a new messy office.</strong></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/7SDV1Gx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Prof. Amira Hensley<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong>Visiting Anthropology Professor<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>September 30th, 9:30 a.m.<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Staff offices, Jamison Clark<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>excited but slighty nervous and trying to show neither<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Wil Holms -<em><strong>open</strong></em><hr/><br/>Amira wasn't sure how long it would take her to be a grown up professor. She had been at this teaching thing for a number of years but at times still felt like that lanky girl dropping books and getting the straps of her satchel stuck in the door. Perhaps that is why she choose to come teach at JCPU. It was a break from the sometimes stuff air at UC London. And hey, it didn't hurt that a British accent meant cool to many in these United States. Being stateside long enough would cause her to lose some of that, as it did every time she stayed this side of the pond, but for now she was just familiar and foreign enough to use it to her advantage.<br/><br/>It also didn't hurt that there was no one in the hall way when she half stumbled on her heel and almost knocked all the contents of her piled high boxes across the hallway floor.<em>Classy Mira, brilliant!</em>She angled the door of her office open with her ankle and headed inside with a grateful sight.<em>Made it.</em><br/><br/>It wasn't a large office (http://i.imgur.com/1atIrzb.jpg) or too small, just enough room for a desk, more than a few books on built in shelves that lined the walls, some small couches for brooding undergrads, and a table for the myriad of papers Amira would be surely grading soon. She might invest in a small icebox for her lunch and what not. But first - books! Anthropology was, if nothing else, a publisher's best friend.<br/><br/>Three trips to the lobby where she had boxes delivered the day before and sore calves and arms later, she had all her favorite go to ethnographic and text books grouped by author, interest, and year. Next was a plant she had bought at the airport, a few pictures to hang on the walls, and then Professor Hensley was on to a much more monumental task - figuring out her bloody staff log-in.<br/><br/>"Now is it a dash or an underscore after HenslAM? Ugh, these directions are bullocks!"