Matt Wolfe

[Matt Wolfe]

Full Name: Matthus (Math-is) Timothy Wolfe. He's never actually gone by Matthus.. like, ever. He's always just been Matt. But to his students, he's Mr. Wolfe. Unless you're Collin. In which case, he goes by dad.

Age: 47, born on February fifteenth. He unconsciously dresses like a teenager from the nineties tho.. so unless you really look at his face (and notice the graying of his hair), he doesn't really look his age. He'd say maybe late twenties, early thirties.

Classes Taught: Film Study, Film Appreciation and Information Processing. He's also subbed for a couple art and photography classes.. and you can often find him wandering around the music halls. But the first three are his main classes.

Appearance: Matt probably tries way too hard to look younger than forty seven. His entire closet (spare for a couple suits) is stuck in the nineties, his haircut (or lack of one) is shaggy and resembles that of a wet dog, and he rarely shaves. As far as physical features go, he stands at six foot two, has a bit of a gut thanks to years and years of beer, and is all around trunky. His legs are thick, his arms are thick, he's got broad shoulders and a definite v-shaped torso. Thanks to football high school through college, he's got a pretty good body. Well, 'cept for that previously mentioned gut. When he stopped football, it showed up. He doesn't really care, though, because most of the clothing he wears is pretty baggy and it covers it up.

Matt's daily outfits usually consist of a plaid flannel shirt, faded blue jeans and a pair of either worker's boots or raggedy Converse. If asked to or if necessary, Matt can and will dress up. He's got plenty of blazers in almost any color you could ever imagine and doesn't mind wearing them. He just prefers comfy flannel stuff.. hence the reason he's seen in that more often.

Naturally, Matt has dark brown hair. He keeps it at a relatively long length, just long enough to where it covers his ears. Its incredibly curly and frizzy, so he kind of looks like a crazy man. And since he doesn't shave, he really just looks like a hobo. With a haircut and a shave, he'd look much younger and much healthier, really. I'm not sure why he hasn't realized that.. because he's really into looking younger than he is. Honestly, with a haircut, he'd look just like Collin. There's no way anyone would think he's forty seven.

But alas. He is. And the graying ringlets that CASCADE DOWN HIS HEAD only add to it.

Personality: Matt is a no-shit kinda guy. He won't twist the truth for you, he won't sugar coat anything. If he's got something to say, he's going to say it. This is one of the main reasons he was hired at Somerset, but is also one of the few reasons you either love him or hate him.

He's lovable in the sense that he understands teenagers. He's raised three of them (still working on one), and knows how they tick. Plus I mean, he too was once a rambunctious teenage boy. So he gets it. He understands being five minutes late to class because you literally came from the other end of the school. He understands that his class isn't the only class with homework so you might not have gotten to his. He gets it. He really does. But that's not to say he's a pushover.

Matt has a breaking point. Lie to him, and you're dead. Try to get out of something for no important reason, and you're dead. He doesn't hesitate to give out detentions if he feels you deserve one and has been known to send people to the Headmaster for being annoying idiots. Matt is a human being and if you rub him the wrong way, you're gonna get stabbed. He won't take your shit, even if you're his own son. Especially not if you're his own son, actually. Collin hates having him as a teacher.

Other than his style of teaching, Matt can actually be a good guy. In the break rooms, he's known for his witty sense of humor. He can be very sarcastic and tends to come off as a smartass most of the time, but usually people understand that he's just joking. Its not in his nature to harm people either physically or mentally, so everything he says is all in good fun. Again, unless you're a student and you've literally pissed him off. In which case, say goodbye to your privileges.

Overall, Matt is a pretty regular person. Get him mad and you're done for. But keep on his good side, and you'll see constant smiles.

History: I'm not an interesting person.

I grew up in Chicago, Illinois. If you wanna get really specific, I'm from the little suburb of Mt. Prospect. I lived in a small house with my mom, dad, and older brother Kevin up until I was eighteen when I went to the University of Illinois. Life was rough with my family, I'll admit. But that doesn't make my life any more fascinating. Its normal for kids to dislike their home life, isn't it?

My dad was an alcoholic. He came home late every night, usually around the time when I was getting ready to go to sleep. So it didn't bother me much. He left early, around six every morning. And since he came home so late, I never really saw him. Which honestly, I'm okay with. The few times he was home, like on Sundays, he wasn't the nicest of people. He drank most on Sundays, and lashed out most then too. Kevin got most of the beatings; he always tried to fight back. I didn't. I just let him go at it. Which I guess is why he didn't come after me as much. He liked the fight. He wanted us to fight back. Kevin did. I didn't.

My mom was a workaholic. She, like my dad, was rarely home. She did at least come home earlier, though. Early enough to make me and Kevin dinner. But after we ate, she'd pass out on the couch from working so much. She was a very stressed lady, dare I say depressed. But I don't know, honestly. She didn't talk to us much. She never let us in. And Sundays, when she wasn't working, when dad was home, she was out with her friends. I presume it was to get away from us. We caused her just as much stress as work did. Her and my dad didn't get along.

Kevin was a bastard. He still is, actually. I love the dude, and I'm closest to him out of everyone in my little 'family'. But that doesn't mean he wasn't and isn't a dick. When I got married, he wasn't at my wedding. He said he had 'business' to do. And with us Wolfe's, 'business' just means 'i don't wanna come'. He wasn't at my high school/college graduations either. And when I called him to ask for him to be John's (my eldest) godfather, he said he couldn't take that responsibility because he was never around. That was the most adult thing he ever said to me. No excuses, no bullshit answers. It was the truth. And even though it crushed me, I guess I kinda respect him for it because for once, he actually told the truth.

I'm not so interesting. My family life was just as shitty as the next. It taught me, though. Taught me to never be like that. I try pretty damn hard to be the best father I can for my kids. I try to get home when they do, go out to visit my older kids whenever they ask, and I'll certainly try to be there when they fall. Life is just a big lesson. And I learned mine.

Other: Matt is father to Collin Wolfe. He also has two other children, John and Isabelle.

Matt has been happily married for twenty seven years. He was married when he was twenty, which is also the age he had his first son, John. They didn't know they were going to be having a child when they got married.

Matt has an incredible appreciation for music. He likes almost all types, except for screamo and that kind of hip hop that sounds like sex. He doesn't like that at all.

Matt has given up on all sorts of religion. He prayed a lot when he was younger, mostly for his parents to get along and for his dad to stop beating him and Kevin and for his mom to talk to him. But when it didn't work, he just gave up. Hasn't looked back since.

Matt tries not to think about the past. He's all about 'keep moving forward'.

Blue is his favorite color.

Its very rare you'll see him without headphones around his neck.

He's a dork. A nerdy, nerd dork. Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, all that. He loves it.

Matt plays piano, guitar, cello and drums. He's not a good singer, but he always sings anyway.