Marking scheme for a TA.

The First Day: Before Class

Sherlock yanked his brown leather shoulder bag on as he ran down the university hall. Teacher assistant pass bouncing against his slightly wrinkled white shirt, already beginning to untuck from his black trousers. As he came to a stop outside the designated classroom he took a deep breath, ran a hand through his curls, pushed up his glasses, and knocked twice. The knock on his door made John look up with an arched brow. He glanced at the clock and pursed his lips. If it was the new TA he had been forced to deal with then the kid was nearly an hour late. Off to a great start. He walked over to the door and pulled it open, looking at the person beyond it. Tall, skinnier than could be called healthy, black curls nearly falling in his eyes and all over the place, glasses slightly askew, and clothes a mess.
\"Mr. Holmes, I presume?\" John asked it in a forced friendly voice, really unimpressed with the kid. Honestly, showing up late was one thing, but showing up late looking like a complete mess? Well.

Sherlock gave a slightly sheepish but wide smile
"yes sir, sorry for the tardiness." He apologized and showed his ID to confirm he was in the right spot. Though he knew he was late, he was impressed with his time. Having run from his shoddy flat to the academy.
" This is advanced medicine right?" He asked. He'd asked on his way but his significantly younger age made it difficult when it came to the other profs believing he was a TA.
" again, sorry. " he said once more, knowing he'd made a poor impression.

"\"Yes, you're in the right spot. And just don't let it happen again, hmm?\" John said, arching a brow before he walked back to his desk. "I don't have my first class for another couple hours, right now I'm doing some studying on my next lecture and working on getting some papers graded. I have an outline of the lesson for you, so you can see how I run my class. After two weeks I'm to give half my work to you, as my TA and to help you learn yourself how classrooms are managed.\" he handed a few papers stapled together to the young kid and sat back in his chair.
\"But first, you might as well tell me about yourself.\"
Sherlock took the packet and flipped through it quickly
" right. Im Sherlock Holmes, twenty as of last week....what exactly do you want to know?" He asked as he stopped on the seventh page.
" i can grade for you if you want, i can have them done in the hour" he said as he sat at a desk in the front row and looked at the other.
" Afghanistan huh? Is it as dry in the air as expected or more humid? "

This kid was going a million miles a minute and with no obvious intentions to slow down. Pursing his lips and assuming the kid had talked to other teachers about his service, he barely glanced up.
\"How does one so young move into a TA position for such an advanced class?\" he ignored the question completely, definitely \/not\/ wanting to talk about the place that had ultimately fucked his life up forever. The shot to the shoulder and the limp in his leg had both been awful to deal with...but the shake in his hand that prevented him from doing anything in the medical field except teaching. That was the hardest to deal with.

"I graduated from here when I was sixteen, slacked off for a few years , this is actually counting towards my rent so it's convenient " Sherlock said as he looked up on the thirtieth page.
" you know, my land lady has this cream she uses, really helps with the shakes. A lot" he said, remembering how bad it used to be. Unable to even feed himself through his withdrawal.

"\"I'd appreciate it if you kept whatever gossip and talk you've listened to to yourself. I don't have much privacy when it comes to what's happened to me, but I do when it comes to talking about it. Just keep it to yourself.\" John looked up after speaking, arching a brow.
\"And don't think just because you're some child genius that I'm going to go easy on you. As far as I'm concerned you're just another one of my students.\" The blonde said as he turned his attention back to his laptop screen.
Sherlock snorted " the staff all think im lying when I say I'm a TA. I had to go on the school site to even find the bloody building " he said as he finished the booklet
" do you want me to work away at the papers for you? I can go get you coffee if you need or or prepare your next experiment " he offered , feeling jumpy and practically wired for sound, still trying to get the last of the drugs from his system and needing anything to keep him occupied. " what does being treated like one of your students entail exactly? "