"Then we go and tackle tribbles. Deal?" Jim drags a chair up to the desk, turns it around and drapes his arms over the back of it, resting his chin on them. "Okay, so the first thing you have to remember is--" and he launches right into it. Excuse you, he didn't sleep through all his classes. Jim hides his genius behind a veneer of academic laziness. Oh, he got top grades in most of his classes, or close to them, but most people assumed it was because he cheated (never proved, until the KM exam) or pulled favours from his daddy's name.

But the truth is, Jim loves learning. He always has. And he has no problem sitting down and acquainting himself with new theories or ideas-- it's one of the best ways to make sure you don't get stagnant or complacent in your own ideas.

So he talks. Draws diagrams, explains ideas. Breaks everything down into simpler forms than what Spock would have used. Gesticulates (a lot) and his coffee goes cold beside him. Being a teacher is something he enjoys - he used to teach one of the martial arts classes for the freshmen, and he genuinely missed it. Being a captain is almost the same, but not quite. As a captain, you already expect that people know their job. As a teacher, it's your job to help them learn it.

He finally stops, draws a deep breath. Reaches for his coffee, makes a face at the temperature, but drinks it anyway. "Any questions?"