Colin peered at the form. “Well, yeah. Since I was a cop forten fucking years, I’ve seen a few of these.”
Bar License VerificationForm
“I graduated fromtheirlaw school, was sworn in by Virginia’s Governor, and have practiced law here for years, but they don’t believe I’m an attorney?”
“Just fill the damn thing out,” David muttered. “Otherwise, they’ll send you three passive-aggressive emails and a threat to pull your syllabus.”
W-4 and DirectDeposit Authorization
David handed him the form and gave him a sideways glance. “Unless you’d prefer to do this pro bono.”
“Yeah. Right. Fat fucking chance! Gimmie that form!”
FERPA Training Acknowledgment- Confirmation candidate understands student privacy rights.
“Basically: don’t gossip about your students unless you’re drunk in the faculty lounge.”
“I’ve already gone through that training, and it wouldn’t be the first time I was drunk in the faculty lounge.”
“Really! Now,that’sa story I’d like to hear!”
Ethics& Conflict of Interest Disclosure- Declare any work outside UVA.
Colin read the form and scoffed. “Esther’s gonnalovethis one!”
Syllabus Submission Checklist- Learning outcomes,reading list, grading scale.
“We’ll work on this one later,” David said. “They’ll bounce it for using the wrong font, so it matters!”
“This is the one I dread,” Colin muttered.
“If I were you, I’d dread all of them.”
Parking Pass Application
David handed him the form with a smirk. “I already requested faculty lot B for you. You’re welcome.”
Colin nodded. “Yeah. I’ve patrolled those parking lots. Thank you,indeed.”
IT Credential RequestForm- Provides access to UVA’s learning management system.
“If you can’t log in, you can’t teach. Or escape the admin emails.”
Colin read the form, his face grim. “I’ve been on this list before. Even campus cops are forced to read those boring daily notices.”
Faculty ID BadgeRequest- Need photo and departmental signature.
“Make sure you smile pretty,” David advised. “It’ll still be a shit photo, but at least you’ll be smiling.” He gestured at the pile of forms in Colin’s lap and handed him a pen. “Get busy.”
Three and a half hours later,the two men were still huddled over the computer, struggling to compose Colin’s syllabus. The filled-out forms rested in a neat pile next to David’s briefcase while Nate and Joshua lounged in the kitchen.
Nate perched on the counter next to the stove, watching Joshua ladle a hot chili glaze over several crispy-brown chicken breasts. “David’s just so damned excited about this, Josh,” Nate said, tilting his head toward the living room.
“He’s not the only one. I’ve seen Colin proud before—winning a case, solving something no one else could—but this was different. Nate, he absolutely…glowed.” He huffed out a breath through his nose. “He loves that damned university. For all its faults, he hasalwaysloved it. Especially the law school. He looks up to those professors like they’re gods.”
“And now he’ll be one of them,” Nate said in amazement, then shook his head. “My god. Professor Colin Campbell-Abrams. Will heeverstop gloating?”
“I’ll probably have to call him ‘professor’ in bed!”
