Mason chuckled to himself; he wasn't laughing at Gus, it was just he could remember the exact feelings overwhelming him during his first year of teaching. "The first year is the hardest," He nodded, grabbing a nearby rag to wipe off his hands. "It gets easier the further you get into it. Although, almost a decade in myself and I still find myself wondering what I'm doing." It was meant to be reassuring; none of them ever really had their stuff completely together all of the time.

"Once you get through everything once it starts coming along. Just save what you do. Organization is your friend." He hadn't been too good with it when he first started either, but by his third or fourth year he'd started keeping his lessons a little more neatly organized in his desk and it was a life-saver. "Anything specific I can try to help with?" Mason didn't mind. He was no expert obviously, but he'd been here for a while and seemed to handle things well enough.