"I can't believe they let you teach."

It had been bad enough that he was in a navy blue polyester nightmare, but Anakin's problems had only compounded when he'd reached out to save what he'd thought had been several little green toys from falling into the pond on his way to the school.

"You saved our lives," they intoned in creepy unison, pattering along behind him. "We are eternally grateful."

"Really, it's nothing," Anakin said. "Go away."

"You saved our lives," they repeated in the same tone. "We are eternally grateful."

"Fine, fine, you're grateful," Anakin said, shooing them into his office and hiding them under his desk. "Now hide."

"You saved our lives. We are eternally grateful."

It was going to be an unbearable day, but the Dean of Students was in for all of your bitching about your uniform/new roommate/final exam needs.

After a quick trip to the Isle of Ikea to replace all of the broken glassware, Anakin's office was back to its normal state of cleanliness.

He turned on some soothing music from Ithor and waited to see how many students came in to see what he'd told their guardians.

The door was open.

Anakin had dreamed about Padmé again last night, feeling an almost irresistible draw back to the island (which he had damn well resisted, thank you very much. He was here because he had a job, not because the island wanted him), and was feeling guilty and cranky Anakin wasn't one to trust feelings of calm, warmth, and love. He wasn't really used to feeling them.

And the feel of waiting that the island seemed to be exuding had set the skin on the back of his neck crawling. His hand kept twitching toward the lightsaber he wasn't wearing on campus.

The door was open, but be wary of the twitchy Jedi.

Another Thursday, so another opportunity for Anakin to rip his syllabus apart to make sure he wasn't going to screw up his daughter's timeline.

An email was open on his laptop. He'd been trying for weeks to write to Luke about what was going on and had only gotten to:

L:

ekghoiahgiahgaighagih CHUCK BASS gaoighoaigyaga LEIA oakghoiahg

and that wasn't really all that coherent.

His door was open.

I want to wish you a Me-rry Christmas, I want to wish you a Me-rry Christmas..."

That rhythmic sound you hear coming from Anakin's office? His head banging against his desk. It was in time with Feliz Navidad.

And he doesn't even know about the cookies yet...

The door was open!

After lightsaber practice with Ben, where Anakin had thumped his grandson around the gym because the boy wouldn't stop smirking about the weekend's sparring session with Luke, Anakin hobbled stalked slowly (stupid knee injury) back to his office.

He'd listened to his messages, so he was a little anxious to see if Raven came in today.

The door was open. The Jedi was grumpy. Just an average Tuesday.

Anakin and Ben had rescheduled their sparring to take place that evening, so Anakin was early arriving to his office.

He was pleased with this, as it gave him a chance to reply to some of the parenting boards he trolled followed.

The door was open, and Anakin was typing away.

Anakin was in his office catching up on the radio broadcasts of the last few days. "Increased chance of gremlins, huh?" he said sourly, glaring at his computer, then around the room.

"They'd know better."

Silly Anakin.

The door was open.

Anakin, as usual, was in his office.

Today he was sitting on his floor practicing his meditation skills.

It only looked like napping. Really.

The door was open and soft Alderaanian music was coming from his ridiculously tricked out stereo.

Anakin was still not a fan of August, dammit. After making a slightly belated call to Luke for his birthday (which was always going to be wrapped up in Padmé guilt, unfortunately), he settled into his office with a hugely complicated doodad to take apart and reassemble, mostly to keep his hands busy (and away from the basket of muffins Rory had sent him to school with. They weren't for him).

Every now and then, he'd look at the door rather anxiously. He expected there might be some students with questions.

[OOC: SP during the day, but I'll be around!]