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Post by icywhite on Oct 4, 2006 16:31:26 GMT -8
Kenneth had been sound asleep. That was until he got a smack across the head. His head went foward and fell right on the desk. Once it had made contact with the desk he finally woke up. He opened his eyes trying to figure out what happened, then he noticed the teacher standing right behind him. That was all ge needed to figure it out.
As he sat there somewhat listing to the theacher talk he picked up a something she said. Apperentlly she wanted you to ask questions. Well he had a questoin. He wasn't being a jerk... well not as big of one as he could be.
"I got a questoin. You say your gonna do all this damage to us if we break your rules. Are you actually gonna do it or are you just trying to scare us?"
Kenneth had propt his head up with his hand agian as he wated for the answer. It was his guess that he might get a nice smack across the face, but he didn't really think she would do anything.
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Post by chessa on Oct 4, 2006 16:53:25 GMT -8
She would smile down at Kenneth, snickering as she moved back to the front of the class. Once in front of the class once more, behind the black desk, she would shrug in a most odd colliquial manner. In all honest, that would mean yes. However, with Chessa, there was always a catch. She would sigh, contemplating a decent answer.
As she wrote, she spoke, "Scare you guys? Nah. Never. I would not intentionally do that. C'mon, do I seem like the type to do that? Heavens, no. But, yes, if you consistently back talk me, disobey my rules, most particularly in the labs, I will deal out a punishment and, I am garunteeing you, you will not like it. Would I cut off your tongue? Eugh, I don't want to touch your tongue. But then again, I won't have to, I don't think. The second thing I will do is throw you out of my class room. Although, depending on how much you anger me, you will run out of the class room-- mostly to receive bandages for the wounds. That is a promise." Then again, she would smile; how peculiar for her to smile at this time, especially when she was implying physical pain.
"However, I'm a pretty laid back person. You can give in late work, I'll accept it. However, points will be deducted, and in addition, I do expect it to be of quality. If it is late, I will be tougher on grading it, because I'm going to assume, yes, assume, that you turned it in late because you were trying to make it the best it could be. Furthermore, I do expect you to pay attention and ask questions-- all questions will be answered, no matter how aggrivating they are. I do throw things at people. And, clearly, I do smack them in the back of the head, right? Oui, monsieur. However, you're free to laugh, make comments, pass notes, et cetera. You treat me with respect, you'll get respect from me. Simple as that."
"On another note, if you forget a pencil, piece of paper or something, and come to class unprepared, I will allow you to use one of my items, but in exchange, I intend on having something of yours too. Fair trade, yes?"
She would tap her chin then, contemplating what she was to cover next. Obviously, more about Chemistry. With a soft chuckle, this time the laugh matching her age of over twenty five, she would then clap her hands together. This was far different from the times she studied as a biochemist to remove a cell wall and keep the cell intact. She had to assert her knowledge to those she could see. Perhaps that would be a difficult challenge. Or, perhaps, it was appearing self-possessed and collected. She would find that out some time later.
"Chemistry is purely exciting. If you get involved with the science, approach it with passion, you will find this to be, quite possibly, one of the greatest classes you have ever taken. It does require thinking and effort, yes. But, if you are logical, the transformation of matter will click. That is what you will be doing in this class-- Transforming matter. Whether causing an electron to become excited or studying stoichiometry, just remember you're gaining the ability to understand changes, both physical and chemical, and how you can even mimic that change, mentally or in reality."
"And again, any questions, regarding the class or anything else relevant today? Comments are welcome." She would look around the room, awaiting for them to become bobble heads or for them to raise their hands.
"If you don't, I'll assume that you know what I'm talking about and that you're all a bunch of pathetic wussies." She would smile, her hands clasped together while she leaned up against the table.
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Post by icywhite on Oct 7, 2006 6:06:09 GMT -8
Kenneth would sit there, leaning back in his chair, reading what the teacher wrote. As time went on he realized that she was writing alot and most of all directing it at him. Once she was done a turned around and had that smile on her face Kenneth just thought to himself
"Why write all of that? And, why smile at us when she was done? Either she's crazy or way to laid back..."
Kenneth just sat there looking as bored a possible. If he had a gun right then he would've probably blow his brains out. Yes he thought that it was that boring. All she was doing was telling him the rules of the class, they were just your everyday rules too. Then the last part came, pathetic wussies?
"How are we pathetic wussies for understanding normal rules? Every class I've been in is just the same. You might of changed it up by telling us you'll kick our asses, but thats it. Maybe you can clarify for me?"
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Post by chessa on Oct 7, 2006 10:41:55 GMT -8
She would smile at Kenneth, a silence coming over her for a few moments. All right. He wanted to be a smartass. So be it. She loved smartasses. They always made the class enjoyable.
"Well, dear, when we start playing around with Hydrochloric acid in this week, and I hadn't given you a chance to ask a question and hadn't made sure, at least, to my knowledge, that you understood them, what, exactly, may have happened, if I hadn't done so? I call you pathetic wussies because in this class it is mandatory that you question. If you don't, I assume you know. So, this week, when we go into the lab, I expect you, certainly you in particular, to demonstrate you know those rules, and will not break them. You see, unlike other classes, it's your safety at risk. You can't go into Physiology and be playing with chemicals that could potentially kill you like hydrochloric acid. You cannot go into a social studies class of some sort and know that if you don't follow the rules down to the point, you could be jepardizing you, or somebody else's health, such as playing with flame and calcium nitrate. And that is why I call you pathetic wussies if you don't ask a question to clarify something. The kicking your ass part comes in when you don't follow the rules." She would contemplate if she needed to explain further on that, but decided it was not needed, unless he asked another question. Her tone was oddly sweet, her eyes directly on him.
"Did I go over what the materials were for?" She then asked, trying to remember if she had.
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Post by jyouyinkyteku on Oct 9, 2006 15:27:06 GMT -8
When she'd finished her second little speech to the smartass, and then, soon enough asked about whether or not she'd gone over what the materials were for, his hand bolted into the air.
" Oh, oh-!
They're to take notes, right...? " [/color] |
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Post by chihiro on Oct 9, 2006 17:27:20 GMT -8
Chi blinked as she continued to watch the class unfold, left hand poised over a piece of paper, jotting down a few notes here and there. Once again, she found no reason to speak up just yet, everything seemed crystal clear. Dark brown eyes glanced over at the one boy as he asked a question in response to the teacher's question. Hmm, odd, either he was being polite or he wasn't sure of himself. Whichever it was, she would soon find out when she answered.
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