Transforming Matter

[chessa]

Chessa sat her desk, organizing papers of research and dimensional analysis, brown hair pulled up into a pony tail. To her right were black lab tables, resistant to heat and chemicals. In the front of her, were the tables at which students would sit at during lectures when a lab was not being completed. They would sit in groups, but this would not determine their lab partners-- Chessa would allow for them to choose their own. Alone, she was calm, taking her time, but around others, she would "brighten" up it would seem. Her movements, smile at the most peculiar times and skipping to the spot at which she would need to be in the class she knew for sure would keep them interested. In addition, it's chemistry. Despite somebody's distaste for science, being able to watch the power of HCl^-- (Hydrochloric acid) remove zinc from galvanized metal was, in a word, intoxicating. And if they didn't appreciate the powers of chemistry-- Oh well. They would suck it up and deal with it. I mean, what is more fun that knowing you're playing with one of the most dangerous chemicals on Earth in order to transform matter? Nothing. At least, not in Chessa's opinion. Being able to manipulate what was, as she called it, was something like ecstacy to a drug addict. Maybe the students would come to understand that having the power to change something was thrilling, no matter how trivial the subject was.

Standing up from her seat at her desk, she would turn around and with a dry erase marker on the dry erase board, write her name in two forms. The students could choose which ever they wanted to call her by.

Ms. Chessa or Ms. Genevieve

On the right of the chalk board was the date and day's assignments, bulleted:

• Go over Syllabus briefly
  
• Lab safety and safety agreement
  
• Lab safety Assignment
  

Her hand writing was narrow, but neat, written in straight lines across the chalk board. Her desk, however, was anything but. Intelligence always has a flaw-- disorganization. A lot, though not all, intelligent people weren't entirely...organized, for a lack of a better description. However, her chaotic system of papers, assignments, etc., worked for her. Only one set of lights was on in the class-- she hated flourescent lights. They added glare to the television too, which she used as a teaching tool for notes and for demonstrations not capable for in the class room. There were stuffed animals of rodents, which the students would come to understand later, and, a pinwheel against the television, something else that students would have to figure out the importance of if they care to do so. The rodent stuffed animals were related to science. The pinwheel was not. Another black lab table extended from her desk, which she would use to demonstrate quick experiments not worthy for that of a lab for students to do. A fumigator was at the far right of the room, for chemicals that gave off harmful fumes, along with experiments that had to be left over night.

When the bell rang, she stood at the black lab table, awaiting the arrival of students. In front of her on the table were three dittos that the students would receive. A strand hair fell from the pony tail which Chessa would pay no regards to.

[jyouyinkyteku]

One of the first students to arrive, would probably be the shortest.
Slouching his way in slowly with his face hidden in a spikey mess of crimson hair, the Freshman garbed in a long-sleeved black button down shirt with black hakamas, he made his way to a random seat and plopped down.
Despite his unenthusiastic behaviour, he loved science; all except for biology...
The stars, the theories of light, dark matter, and all that junk.
He just loved knowing how everything ticked; all except for the bodies of humans and animals.
That just made him feel sick.

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[chihiro]

The sophomore looked at her schedule in her hand as she made her way down the hallway to her next class. Transforming Matter? Sounded dangerous, thought the girl as chocolate hues glanced up, finding the right number on the classroom door, number 27. Laying her left hand on the door handle she pushed it open and stepped into the classroom.

It was empty, almost. There was one other student there, it was the loud mouthed boy from the hallway earlier. That's lovely...adjusting her books in her casted hand she took a seat at one of the lab tables in the second row, leaning her elbow on the table and her chin her hand once she dropped her books on the surface. She was often chastised for her poor posture when she sat, but she didn't really pay much mind. She nodded at the other boy in greeting, not really up for verbal speach at the moment.

[chessa]

Chessa would bounce on the balls of her feet as finally, students began to enter. The first one, the short one, would receive a smile from her. He looked unenthusiastic, and if he turned out to be the "trouble maker," he may just enjoy chemistry. Most trouble makers did. Fizzing, explosions, bunsen burners, color changes, heat and cold reactions...it sent shivers down Chessa's spine as she thought about it. She read over the Lab Safety sheet out, a thousand jokes coming to her mind. She looked over to her projector, making sure that she had the comics she would show in agreement with the lab safety speech. A few of them were sexual innuendos, come to think of it. She giggled audibly at this thought, wondering if the students would actually figure out what they meant. As Chi walked in, Chessa's eyes would glance up to the young girl with a bright look in them, replacing that of a smile.

Chessa was a friendly woman, and a rather interesting teacher to have. Not many would have a teacher in their life time that would bounce around a class room more than a student would. The hair strand that fell out of the pony tail earlier would be pushed behind her ear, awaiting for the other bell to ring.

Meanwhile, her hand would reach to a stuffed animal, a mole, that she began to toss up and down repeatedly, having nothing else to do with her hands. That was another thing about her-- she had to do something at all times or else she may become a drag.

[jyouyinkyteku]

The boy's eyes followed the girl underneath the mess of hair. As she sat down, his head toward her, and gave her a little casual wave with his right hand as she nodded to him.
He smiled slightly and turned his attention toward the teacher.

" Excuse me. If you haven't noticed by now, most students don't show up for class, may we start the lesson before we run out of time? If anyone wants to be here, I could tell them what they've missed. "

He might be being polite, but he might be being rude.
He couldn't tell, he was just saying what was on his mind.

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[chessa]

"Mmkay!" She would exclaim, as the bell rang. The stuffed animal fell to the table as she turned and pointed to the board.

"Call me one of those names, nothing else. I'm not a game, remember that." She would smile wholeheartedly, looking at the students.

"I'm not going to bother while attendence, I'll figure out your names sooner or later, I believe. In the mean time, I'll probably call you by a physical trait, or throw something at you to get your attention. Don't worry, it won't be glass or something sharp." She would sigh then, almost seeming devastated by this fact, but of course, it was a facade. With a small smile, she would analyze them once more.

"So, before I continue with the actual class, I lived in Cali the majority of the life, and this is my first year teaching, but not my first year educating. If you go online, typing cell wall research, you may find my abstracts for experiments-- hence why I've been educating more than I have been working as a teacher. Therefore, I know what I'm talking about. You don't. At least, if you do, I don't care. Use prior knowledge to assist yourself, and others, in this class. I talk fast, and I move fast when it comes to the curriculum, therefore, if you have a question, feel free to ask. Tutoring is offered before and after school, but if you need tutoring other than those times because of some ungodly reason, ask me, I'll see what I can do. But no garuntees."

She would take a pause in her speech, before continuing, "On the right side of the board, your right, you will see your assignments and class work. What is in red is the homework. Yes, I do expect you to do the homework. If you don't, it will effect your grade. I'm not against cheating, but if I catch you doing so, those that cheated will get the work grade divided in by however many students that cheated. For example, if you copied somebody elses lab, and they're the only person you copied, the grade would be completed, and then divided by..."

She would pause, for a pseudo-dramatic affect, "DOS!" After that loud exclamation of the number two in spanish, she would giggle and pick up a stack of the papers.

"This is the syllabus; all I require for this class is a durable notebook, another notebook and writing utensils. I don't care what color of writing you write in, so long as I can see it. If I can't, I'll end up using it or a chemistry experiment. Seriously. Don't know how, but I'm a scientist. I'll figure out a way. In which case, however much grief you caused me by trying to figure out an experiment, will be reflected in your grade. The more grief, the lower of the grade, kay? Good, glad you understand."

It was then that she handed out the papers to the two students, not bothering with an explanation prior to what they were.

[icywhite]

(OOC: If your wondering this is the first thread with my name change in it. I just can't seem to write Ryan everytime so I'm putting my middle name as mine >.>)

As the bell rang Kenneth decided to go to class. He was late, but at least he was going. He slowly walked to the class and as the door came into sight he slowed down even more. He finally made it to the door and opened it up to see that the teacher was passing something out.

It didn't matter to Kenneth what was going on. He just strolled to the nearest seat and of course sat. He sat slouched in his chair with one of those I just don't give a fuck looks on his face. He noticed the people looking at him. He was kinda shocked, didn't they ever see someone come in late?

"What? Do I got something in my teeth?"

[jyouyinkyteku]

He listened to every word she said, despite how fast they went by, and despite the bored look on his face.
Well, what little of his face that was visible between the large dark red spikes of hair going over his face all over.

As the paper was passed out, he looked it over briefly and removed a pen and a notebook from his back-pack shortly afterwards.

" I assume we aren't doing anything fun the first few days..? "

No attention was paid to the late student, other than a short glance.
He wasn't someone he'd seen before, but, nothing special other than that.

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[chessa]

She contemplated the student's question before smiling, "Actually, next week, you will be playing with bunsen burners and hydrochloric acid, I believe. Of course, that's if you complete the homework, agreed?" She then jumped back behind her desk in a series of hops that caused a thud on the floor which each landing hop. Turning back around, she looked back to the students.

"For tardy students, by the way, depending on how many tardies they get, they will not be able to participate in the labs that which may involve some physical damage of either the building, themselves, or others, kay?" She smiled at the student that came in late, being perfectly serious, "In which case, that may effect their grade, seeing as the most fun of labs are the largest. Oh, and as having something in your teeth, no, but you do have something in your mouth-- and that's a tongue. I'll be sure to remove it if you choose to distract my class. That's a promise. Perhaps I'll use that for a chemistry experiment too...hmm..." Another giggle and a smile would accompany her statement as she looked directly to the tardy student.

She sighed then, looking down at the syllabus in front of her, "Yeah...just read over this, I really do not have much rules in the class room other than you shut up when I'm talking and you at least seem interested-- whether or not you are, I don't care. Just look like it. No lying your head on the desk, or else I'll throw the thinking tube at you-- you'll understand this later. Oh, that, and you sit when class is in session, except for labs, in which case, you will be standing at all times. When we get our books, don't bring them to class, I have a class set. This syllabus also maps out this semester. I do not go by chapters, you'll notice that the page numbers jump around, including the important information for the chapter and the bullets on the page indicate what the test will be on. The nomeclature under the bullets is the chemicals we will be working with during this topic, and as the semester progresses, more nomenclature will be added, therefore, memorize what is listed for nomenclature. Every bit of information you get will be given to you in the class, or is in the book-- do not give me the excuse, 'I did not say that,' because I will know I have done so."

With a wiggle of her nose in order to think over what she would say next, she'd glance down, "This next sheets deal with lab safety. Take it, read over it, do the assignment accompanied on the sheet afterwards. You have until next tuesday to complete the assignment, which is demonstrate the number given to you on the lab safety sheet. Completing said assignment will allow you, as mentioned earlier, to play with the bunsen burners and hydrochloric acid." Absent mindedly, she passed out the papers as she spoke before returning to the front of the class.

[jyouyinkyteku]

Once again, listening, although looking bored, he continued to glance about the sheet, just to give his eyes something to do.
He yawned subconciously.

" Is your safety test going to be as obvious as everyone elses?
They're always too obvious... But then again it'd be hard to not make them obvious unless the questions were complex metaphors and riddles...
...
Hm... "

Obviously, toward the end of his statement, he had begun to talk to himself, though, he didn't mind.

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[icywhite]

"Oh, and as having something in your teeth, no, but you do have something in your mouth-- and that's a tongue. I'll be sure to remove it if you choose to distract my class. That's a promise. Perhaps I'll use that for a chemistry experiment too...hmm..."

As Kenneth heard this he pretended to laugh. He had at admit that it was different, he never had been threated to have his tongue used for a experiment. But after that Kenneth just put his arm on the desk pretending to prop his head up while he was actually sleeping. He wasn't going to pay attention unless she was talking about causing destruction... or if she felt like saying something to him. Even then he still probably wouldn't pay attention.

[chihiro]

((ooc: I'm still going to call you Ryan ooc...))

The dark haired sophomore watched silently as the conversation moved from the teacher to the first boy, who she realized wasn't the one she met earlier, oops. Oh well, but then again, she didn't really bothering knowing new people...there seemed to be a lot of them lately. Chocoalte eyes flicked to the door as another student entered late. Tisk tisk...she tutted in a sarcastic manner before turning her attention back to the teacher. She seemed a bit juvenile, with the gigglnig and the stuffed, was that a mole? Anyway...

Taking the syllabus in her left hand, her good hand, she looked it over. So it was basically a chemistry class, then why didn't they call it chemistry? 'Transforming Matter' sounded like something you'd head out of a movie or in some wacked out science fiction novel. But once again, she didnt really care.

Glancing back up from the paper, she watched silently, taking more in than contributing to the class. Of course she would answer if she were called on, but attentive silence worked fine for now, especially after the threat she gave the late boy for talking out of turn.


((ooc: zomg, I had a chem teacher who had stuffed fabric moles too... It was to let us learn about Mols..like the molecule thigns I forgot..))

[chessa]

(I'm tired, excuse me for the lack of crappiness in the post)

Chessa would look at Ku with a smile, shaking her head, "Oh no...no, no no. You are going to demonstrate the lab safety procedures to me. I'm not going to give you a written test. In fact, written tests will only occur about four times a semester. You'll understand what I want you to do in a few moments. Just let me go over the lab safety."

She would pause for a moment, stretching her arms some. She abhorred going over lab safety. It was incredibly tedious. But she had to.

"You are always going to wear goggles when working on a lab. No exceptions. Even if the lab isn't dangerous, you are going to wear them. It's a mandatory thing. If I catch you back in the lab section-- to your left, you will be wishing you had. I'm not a pretty person when I'm angry." It was odd how her tone turned suddenly serious, the giggling stopping and as did the bouncing. She noticed, however, a student was not paying attention. He would be dealt with soon. Would he like it? Nah. Of course not.

"Do not inhale the fumes from chemicals, taste or touch the chemicals. You could cause permanent damage-- as in, not even the hospital will reverse its effects, to yourself, and possibly, to others."

A smile, however, returned, that bright cheer in her eyes hinting at a joke about to be said, "This is the only class you will be allowed to be naked in front of others. Of course, the reason for you being naked is not all that great, but think about it-- you accidently spill oh...Nitric acid on your pants and you feel that pain on your leg from it beginning to agitate your skin. Wam! You're jumping up and down, crying and tearing at your pants to get them off. Imagine the sight..." Her words faded as she could create the image of this sight in her mind, giggling.

"Anyhoo, do not take drinks, food or chew gum while doing a lab. Yada yada, it could be contaminated, which again, may cause irreversible effects on the body that are detrimental to your health. I may have a degree in medicine, but I am NOT going to pump out your stomach for you, kay? Eugh." She would sneer at that statement, tapping her nails on the black table before her as she looked out over the students, "I can garuntee you, that after our first expermient, those tables will never be clean until the end of the year. They're cleaned once, and that is it."

"Hair...hair...If it reaches past your chin, secure it. If you wear long sleeves, roll them back and keep them away from the flame, should we be using the bunsen burners. I'll explain more safety about the bunsen burners when we come to that lab, which is soon. As in, this week soon."

"Finally, one of the most important rules, do not try to clean up a mess yourself if its an accident. Tell me. If you start to pour hydrochloric acid down these sinks, I will pour it down your throat. Understood?" Of course, she wouldn't pour it down their throat. But, she would cause pain to them. Most certainly.

Suddenly, she would begin bouncing on the balls of her feet, walking from around the black table to the desks of the students themselves. In fact, she was going to stand right beside Kenneth, though, with him not paying attention, she doubted he would realize it.

"So, let's say somebody catches their hair on fire, for some freak reason. Here is what you don't do." She lifted her hand from her side, bringing it behind Kenneth's head. Her hand moved towards the back of his head, open palmed. Hitting him square in the back of the head, she would most likely cause his head to slip from its position in the palm of his hand.

"Another thing you don't do is not pay attention. Next time, it may be water that is poured over the head. Cold water." Whether or not she missed was regardless. The point was clear.

"As for the assignment, you're going to demonstrate one of the numbers of the lab rules by drawing out a demonstration. It shall have no prerequisited violence-- as in, planned, on purpose. Colorful, LOGICAL, and amusing is what you're aiming for." She would skip back to behind the black desk, the heels of her shoes echoing slightly within the confines of the room. The strand of hair again fell into her face, which she blew backwards out of her eyesight.

"If you do not ask questions, then I will assume you to be stupid. If you ask questions, this proves that you are intelligent. Chemistry is a science in which you MUST ask questions in order to grasp an understanding for yourself. Even if you think you understand something, ask me to demonstrate it again, with the explanation. Furthermore, not much in chemistry is exact. Chemistry is the newest science, by the way. There are more theories that serve as possible explanations. What you learn in here may not be true. Just keep that in mind."

[jyouyinkyteku]

He listened to the lecture, whilst he rested his head in his hands by having both sides of his chin rest on either palm, while the digits of his fingers either pressed against hair, or what little skin was visible.
When she mentioned having to tie hair back, he groaned slightly.
He always had his hair down...
Having my hair back would mean people seeing my face...
It didn't look bad or anything but, he just didn't like people seeing it.
Oddly enough, not having a face was who he was.

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[chihiro]

"Hair...If it reaches past your chin, secure it..."

Well, Chihiro guessed she fell under that category, seeings that her long raven hair fell to her mid back. It made sense though, she didn't quite like the thought of catching her lovely lock on fire, or dipping it in the chemicals...it sounded unpleasant.

The sophomore quirked an eyebrow as Chessa told them their first assignment, to make a visualization of one of the rules she just said. Simple enough, and since Chi was a bit of an artist, it would be a piece of cake. Clicking her pen, she jotted the note down in her planner..Draw Rule Chem in her flowing script and finishing it off with an underline. Setting her pen back down, chocolate eyes glanced back up to the front of the classroom, the girl was surprised to see that the woman had already made it back to the front of the class byt doing a little sprint. Was she sure she was in the right teaching field? She could imagine the woman teaching something like dancercise or something more bouncy than chemistry. But oh well.