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 Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 12:44 pm
Ms. Larossen's Classroom
Rules of the Classroom
1. No speaking out of turn. (For RP's sake, students are allowed to speak during the lectures as long as they have raised their hand; we will assume the teacher calls on them.)
2. Come to class prepared and ready to learn and listen. (Very simply, don't start a brawl mid-class.)
3. In general, the class will begin with roll being taken, then a review of what was gone over the previous class; student input is encouraged at this stage. On some days, this will be a short quiz. Then the class will progress to the lecture itself; it is expected that students take notes. Questions are welcome at this stage. Finally, at the end there will be some time for students to compare notes and catch things that they missed. (Essentially, the first part of class is rather interactive and requires a good amount of talking; the second is mainly Aylana speaking, though students are welcome to talk a little. The third and final part is interactive, as well.)
Previous Classes
None.
Ms. Larossen's classroom itself is a rather grand space. A large chalk blackboard takes up the wall opposite the door. Four rows of desks, six desks in each row, face this blackboard. The teacher's desk is off to the right side of the front. Around the room's perimeter are shelves of books, with a few sections devoted to class sets of the same book. Other books have only one or two copies. A few cupboards hold extra supplies, such as inkwells, though these are currently closed. The room is lit by lamps on tables scattered around the room's perimeter, as well as a few windows on one side. Lighting is good; otherwise, how could notes be seen?
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 12:46 pm
Current Class
This class will introduce students to the class workings, and also begin on our first unit, Prehistory.
Roster
Those present will have a line through their name.
Priscilla Abbett-Hackleman
Catherine Farrel-Porter
Azure Sasaki
Sagara Sun
Zarek Warren
Ivory Rosa Mireio
Caitlin O'Reily
Eglantine Sangreal
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 1:14 pm
"Hopefully they'll thank me. At least they didn't have to bring their own quills, or buy their own books. They should consider those favors, and repay me with good behavior and good grades." The hawk closed his eyes and shook his head. Oh, Aylana. Always hoping something would be given to her in return. She eyed him. "What, Kar? You don't think they'll do that?"
"No, I'm just thinking that you shouldn't quite expect it of them. After all, they might not."
"They are students, Kar. They're here for a reason, and that reason is not to party." She glanced up at the clock: 9:30. Half an hour for the students to start arriving. Then she'd pass out the books. She had to admit that her classroom wasn't as...interesting as, say, the biology teacher's, but history could still be quite interesting, and it could be necessary, as well.
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 5:02 am
Sagara was somewhat surprised to be the first one to arrive - well besides the teacher - and peeked awkwardly into the room for a few moments. "Maybe we came to early" She stated quietly to the hazy form of Kale 'nonsense!' The daemling replied before proceeding her into the room 'everyone else is just late!'
Since Kale had just made their presence known Sagara didn't see any point in lingering in the doorway anymore. 'think of it this way' Kale continued 'you can pick the best seat'. Well ...she supposed he had a point there. Unless the teacher had a seating plan or something, speaking of the teacher Sagara nodded awkwardly towards her, she had a rather impressive looking daemon on her shoulder. "Hello..."
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 5:52 pm
Cilla hesitated at the door for a moment before stepping in, with a quick glance around she realized that there was only one other student and she recognized them from Biology. Smiling softly she approached the teacher. "Priscilla Abbett-Hackleman, Ma'am here for history." She curtsies to the teacher and nods politely to the other girl. Feeling very uncomfortable she lowers her left hand and soon a blue wisp of a wolf floats through it.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 10:04 pm
Although she thought she'd be late, Sang noticed that there were only two other girls in the history classroom when she entered. She waved at them both as a hello; she recognized them from the biology lesson. She wondered how to greet the teacher; she wasn't quite as boisterous as the biology teacher had been. Would a handshake suffice? Better be a bow. Curtsies weren't her forté, but a bow she could do. Striding up to the woman and her fierce-looking hawk daemon, she bowed from the waist, hands at her side. "I'm Eglantine Sangreal, Ma'am. Pleased to meet you! Are... are there assigned seats here?" Best to ask now. She saw that the teacher had provided books and inkwells, and wasn't sure if there was a particular seat for each student. "I mean, I see you got the classroom ready for us, an' I don't wanna mess it up." She was aware that nobody else was talking, but this was important.
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Scaramouche Fandango Crew
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 10:27 am
Aylana turned as the first student entered the room, her daemon glancing at her before going back to room surveillance for some odd reason. "Hello, miss," she said briskly. "What is your name? I need to check you off my list." She strode over and grabbed it off of her desk, then returned to the student. By this time, another had arrived; she gave a nice little curtsy. Kar blinked in approval; this one was proper. Aylana, on the other hand, thought it nice but not entirely necessary. "Thank you, Miss Abbett-Hackleman. You may choose any seat you like." She gestured to the four rows of desks, then went on to the third student, checking the second off as she went. My, they were coming in quickly now! This one bowed, which the woman and daemon still did rather appreciate. "I am pleased to meet you too, Miss Sangreal. And no, there are not assigned seats, but thank you for your consideration. Feel free to choose whichever seat you would like. However, please do not choose the one closest to my desk; that is reserved for one particular student. Otherwise it is your choice." After all, she had seen the name of the blind student on her list, and thought it best to keep him close to her desk, just in case.
Evidently she was not late, because there were only a few people in the classroom as Caitlin stepped in, her daemon's hazy form following her. This room didn't seem quite as interesting as the biology classroom, though she supposed that was to be expected; after all, it was a history lesson, not a hands-on science class. There were a few maps on the walls, however, and she was sure some of the books could be interesting. The teacher looked interesting, too, though likely a little strict and cold. Oh well. She stepped up to her, beside some of the other students. "I'm Caitlin O'Reily, ma'am," she simply said, sensing a slight supportive nudge from Cayne as she spoke.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 1:45 pm
Skipping through the corridor, her little voice ringing out in a soft song, Ivory Rosa made her way through to her first class. She was a small, strange looking creature, but one could easily consider her beautiful, if you appriciated the albino look. Pale hair like iced cream, and eyes such a soft red, like that of cherry. Her skin was flawless, her lips soft. She was a typical young girl, stuck in the frail body of one with much to hate about this world. She had been shifted from place to place for her dislike of the higher class that she had been bred into, but here, where there were 'real' people, she seemed to have settled quite well.
As she slowed to a walk, her singing turning into a hum, she flounced around the corner, into her classroom. It was spacious, and she quickly made her way over to a window seat, where she could enjoy the warmth of the summer sun without burning, protected by the glass. Glorious! Before she sat, she curtsied to the teacher, awaiting the other's answers before calling her own name.
"Ma'am! Name of Ivory Rosa Mireio. I am here for History, ma'am." Again, she curtsied, then slipped herself into her tall seat, her little legs swinging as she looked out of the window, awaiting the start of the lesson. Around the legs of her chair, and indistinct pale red glowing seemed to float around, though the girl seemed to pay little attention to it, as though she wasn't entirely aware of its presence; a very new Daemon for a new face.
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Shortly following the girl, another entered the room. In his usual strict clothing, a blue vest, blue stiped scarf, smart trousers, so entered Zarek, his careful step preceeded by a cane, that swung gently to check for obsticals, as well as to be leant on when he stubbled a little. Around his ankles, a slightly indistinct spaniel raced around and around. Zarek stopped himself just inside the doorway, and awaited to be addressed, and likely shown to a specific seat. He coughed a little into his scarred hand, blind eyes missing the grand room.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 11:04 am
Oh my, it seemed she might have messed up already, she knew she ought to have waited ...not been the first inside the room. Let the others make mistakes and let her learn from them - it was a rule that generally served her pretty well. Whenever Kale didn't rush her along anyways. "Sagara" She told the teacher and then cleared her throat and spoke with more confidence "Sagara Sun ma'am"
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 6:08 pm
The woman nodded as the next student, a somewhat shy girl, gave her own name. "Thank you, Miss O'Reily. You may choose a seat." Then was a small, interesting-looking thing, entirely pale. How odd. She was polite, though, with her curtsies. "And Miss Mireio, thank you." Then she saw him, the student she knew would require extra assistance: Mister Warren, staying by the doorway and letting his presence be known by a cough into his hand. She saw Miss O'Reily glance at him in a knowing way; perhaps they knew each other? No matter. Of course, now the first student was giving her name. "Yes, Miss Sun, thank you. You may pick a seat, as well." Then she went over to the lone boy. "Mr. Warren, there you are. If you would follow me, I have a seat chosen for you so that I may help you best." She placed a gentle hand--well, as gentle as a former Guardswoman's could be--on his shoulder and steered him to the desk up front, close to her own. "There is an inkwell on the right side, and a quill inside."
After the teacher's nod, Caitlin made her way over to the desks. The ones close to the windows looked nice, though there was now another girl sitting there. Well, she looked nice, if a little unnerving because of her pale hair and reddish eyes. Say hello, silly, came Cayne's voice, a little teasing. It's not like she's a monster. Making up her mind, she went to go sit next to her. "Hey. I'm Caitlin. I don't think I've seen you before..." She glanced around and caught a glimpse of her roommate, Zarek, standing in the doorway. Oh. She'd left him behind again. No matter. You're not the only person in the world, are you? No, she decided, she was not. No harm done.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 11:44 am
Cilla curtsied again at the clear dismissal and would have said thank you for the supplies but more students filed in and she would hate to interrupt. She chose the 3rd seat in the front row and quickly moved her feet back when the teacher helped the blind boy to his seat. Not nearly as nervous this time she took her time observing her classmates and wondered how many felt as out of place as her.
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 11:09 am
((I apologize for being so horrifically late. RL came up and kicked me so I was pretty slow on everything. ))
Kitty hurriedly grabbed her bag and sprinted down the corridor, running a hair brush frantically through her hair in an attempt to look halfway decent. Why had she chosen today of all days to oversleep? For a few minutes all that could be heard was the frantic thumping of her feet against the hard floor, like the pitter-patter of rain during a heavy shower, but slowly they began to fade out, leaving behind a rather tired looking girl who was gasping frantically for breath.
Her silky blonde hair hung loose, reaching down almost to her waist, and despite being rather messy still it had a golden glow to it. Blue eyes peered out from a small side parting, large and innocent, the same color as a tropical ocean. As her racing heart slowed, she took one last gasp and pushed open the door.
Looking around, she relaxed slightly as it seemed that class had not quite started yet. Walking up to the teacher, she smiled and nodded her head by way of greeting. "Good morning, Miss. Catharine Farrel, reporting for class." She shot her a brief smile which lit up her eyes before walking over to the nearest available seat.
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Azure's palms were sweating profusely as she realized she might be late. No... she groaned internally. This was the last thing she wanted. She couldn't afford to draw attention to herself, it was bad enough being surrounded by all these people without them staring at her. What if they turned on her? No. She had to appear calm and collected. They were nothing. She had fought off wild beasts in the forest, these were no different.
Feeling a comforting brush of fur from her daemon, she took a deep breath and opened the door, walking in. Her face turned pale as she saw all the people there. This is as bad as biology... Hiding her quaking hands behind her back, she slowly walked up towards the teacher, her posture hinting at a defensive crouch. "Sasaki." She said bluntly, afraid to say more. Although she had forced herself to learn how to talk again, her voice occasionally cracked to show its disuse. Her brown eyes glared daggers at the other students as she quickly rushed off to the back of the room and sat down in a seat, never taking her eyes off everyone else in the room. They were a threat.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 12:23 pm
Finally, the last two had arrived. And just in time, as well; the clock was nearly at 10:00. She nodded as each gave their names, the second one giving only her last name. Odd, but no matter. She instantly strode up to the front of the class. "Welcome to History of Tarallus," she began, her voice loud, clear, and quite no-nonsense. "I will assume you all have come here because you wish to learn of our world's history; if not, then perhaps this is not the class for you, and you should leave now. There will be a good deal of work in the class; however, you will eventually find it rewarding and interesting, even if at the time you find me the most annoying person on the planet." She gave a small smile, and then turned to her desk, grabbing a pile of papers and handing them out, one to each person. "This is my syllabus. You are free to skim over it at the moment and ask any questions you may have; however, please do not take up valuable class time by reading through it thoroughly. Very simply put, use common sense and have a good work ethic, and you will do fine in this class." Next she went over to a shelf and laid a hand on a group of identical books. "These are some of the many books you will be using. You will return them to me at the end of class each and every day. They will not be written in, nor taken without my permission. We will use these later. You will also be working in partners a good deal, so keep this in mind for the future." She went back to the front. "Now, are there any questions?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 1:51 pm
Cila flipped through the syllabus quietly until Ms. Larossen mentioned the books. She loved books of all kinds and couldn't wait to get her hands on new ones, not to mention the added benefit that they were history books. She was still thrilled about the books when she heard about having partners. She tried desperately not to groan and silently hoped that she wouldn't have to pick her own partner. She glanced around to see if anyone had a question before hesitantly raising her hand and waiting for Ms. Larossen to call upon her. "Will you be choosing our partners, Ma'am? And will we be able to stop by to look over the books when not in class?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 10:19 am
"Those who wish to choose their partners can; otherwise you may ask me to pick for you. However, we will most likely rotate partners every so often, so you will not always be with, say, your best friend." The second question was rather interesting--a student interested in books? Most were not--of course, they wouldn't be at the college, if they were not. "And yes; as long as you let me know ahead of time when you are coming, you may come and look them over. You are also welcome to look them over before class. You may also take one book at a time with you, with my permission, to be returned at the beginning of the next class. Whether for free reading or for a project, these books are yours to use, as long as you ask me first."
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