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 Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2016 3:38 pm
AU where Jack has always been a student, and never got the cross from Gabriel. Sebastian is the history teacher that has a problem with Jack's attitude.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2016 3:57 pm
Sebastian had always dedicated the last ten to fifteen minutes of his class for those in it to do what they wanted as long as they were quiet. Some opted to read, while others got started on whatever assignment he had given out that day. Either way, his classroom was quiet aside from the clicking of a keyboard or tablet, or the soft shuffling of turning pages. That was, until the bell rang. And with it, sound exploded in the room as students gathered their things and began to file out, one by one. Some were faster than others, depending on how much they had spread across their desks and how fast they could bundle it in their arms or cram it into their bags. But either way, Sebastian’s eyes went up from the papers he had been grading to watch as his class filed out, saying his goodbyes to them.
That was until one cross the front of his desk on his way to the door. “Mister Faost, a word?” Sebastian was always polite, but it wasn’t often that he held students behind in his class. So either it would be for praise or for criticism. He waited until the last student, barring Jack, of course, had left before shutting the door to his room. “I have just one question about the paper on the colonization of America you turned in.”
He returned to his desk, pulling the paper to the front. Already, there were a few odd marks in red on the front page, but it wasn’t anything more than a few grammatical checks, nothing that would dock points severely from the paper. He was a History teacher, not an English one. And though he wanted to see better work from his students, especially since he was preparing many of them for college, he didn’t dock points for grammar issues. He just made them apparent.
“Can you tell me why you failed to have reliable sources cited in your paper? I know there are a few that I recognize,” as he spoke, he flipped to the last page that had been dedicated to the citations. “But some of the others I couldn’t find even on the internet, let alone, our library.” His eyes scanned over the citations, almost half of them marked with red pen. He let the paper fall closed once again, looking up at Jack from his seated position. It was one of the only times that Sebastian could be seen as shorter than his students. But, it made him look much less intimidating. “Your paper is brilliant, I will give you that. And very insightful, but I need to know where you got your sources from, otherwise it could be seen as fiction rather than historical fact.”
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2016 6:09 pm
Jack sat at the back of the classroom, furthest from the door. When he first started attending Lubchenko Academy two weeks ago he made a point to make sure that if he lost it, everyone else would be able to get out. Being here tested him in many ways. He was overstimulated. He was in pain and surrounded by temptation. In his first three days he made himself the most unlikeable person to be around just so the other students would stay away from him.
That was just the social aspect. The actual classwork often left him stumped. He liked writing but his grammar wasn't the best and he feared he'd never be up to par with the modern nuances of the language. He was completely lost in math. He purposely failed in power usage because he was afraid of what might happen if he over exerted himself. PE wasn't any better--more like torture to be honest. Really the only class he was decent in was history.
But that class was coming to an end. He spent the last ten minutes of free time drawing, not bothering to pack up until most of the others had left. When the row next to him was empty Jack pocketed his sketchbook and got up to go, but he was stopped by Mr. Voros on his way out.
“Mister Faost, a word?”
Jack paused, looking back at his teacher in confusion. He didn’t seem like the type of teacher to keep people late from what he’d seen so far.. ”Is something wrong…?”
“I have just one question about the paper on the colonization of America you turned in.”
Jack shifted uncomfortably. ”All right…” What was wrong with his paper? He was actually kind of proud of it, but maybe he shouldn't have been. Mr. Voros pulled it out and Jack cringed at the red marks dotting the front page. Great. The one thing he thought he had under control and surprise surprise. He sucked a**.
“Can you tell me why you failed to have reliable sources cited in your paper? I know there are a few that I recognize,” s**t. Did he actually go through and look up every student's citations? All of them? “But some of the others I couldn’t find even on the internet, let alone, our library.”
Jack had cited texts he'd found over the years, diaries of people who'd passed that found their way into his hands for however brief a time. He documented them to the best of his ability, but he had no idea where most of those works were now, just that he knew they were relevant.
“Your paper is brilliant, I will give you that.” Jack brightened, if only slightly. He knew a compliment sandwich when he saw one, something nice to soften the blow of his failure. ”And very insightful, but I need to know where you got your sources from, otherwise it could be seen as fiction rather than historical fact.”
”...They're books.” He didn't know what else to say. ”I have one, the others I read before.”
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2016 7:22 pm
Sebastian could tell that Jack was taken off guard by his request for him to stay behind a few extra minutes. The boy even went on to ask if something was wrong, clearly expecting the worse of the situation. Sebastian shook his head has he continued on, mentioning the paper Jack had turned in a few days prior. Though, this wasn’t the first time he had seen panic in a student’s eyes when he mentioned a paper they had wrote, especially if they were proud of it. Some responded better than others, waiting for him to finish before they started feeling the dropping sensation in the pit of their stomachs.
As he went on, he watched the rise and fall in Jack’s emotions. Nervousness, lack-of-confidence, beaming pride. Up and down like a rollercoaster that most of his students experienced. When he had finished, Jack spoke up. Saying that his sources were books, one of which he had while the others he had seen before. Sebastian nodded, “Could I see the copy you have? As for the others. I don’t suppose you could tell me where you found them, or if they exist?”
“You see, Mister Faost. Without credible sources, it’s hard to separate facts from fiction. There are so many first hand accounts in your paper, ones that feel truly genuine. And I would love to see if they are true, or not. But, the accounts could also reshape history as we know it. Everything we learned in the past four hundred years could be a lie. So, you can understand why I need to see your sources to separate truth from fiction.”
Sebastian’s eyes fell over the paper slowly, the final grade still not listed on the top, while the rest of the class had been finished that afternoon. He was his last grade to finalize. And he felt like he would be doing the school, and his student, an injustice to just jump the gun without asking. “I can give you an extension on the paper so you can gather your sources for me, as many as you can find. But as of right now, almost half of them aren’t credible and you’re dangerously close to a failing grade.”
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2016 5:53 pm
Jack was about to say sure, Mr. Voros could see his copy of the diary, but then he suggested that he made things up for the rest of his citations. That he cheated, essentially. If Jack was a cheater he wouldn't be failing most of his classes. He never took the easy road with anything, whether by choice or by simple karma.
His teacher continued talking about how he needed to be able to separate facts from fiction. Unbelievable. He fought in Bull Run for Christ's sake. Fact from fiction. Pah! He had a few pages left from some of the letters he'd collected outside of the diary. That still left a few citations unaccounted for, but he read the complete letters before. He knew what they said when they were whole. More than that, he was there. No one in this room could write a more accurate account of the civil war.
“I can give you an extension on the paper so you can gather your sources for me, as many as you can find. But as of right now, almost half of them aren’t credible and you’re dangerously close to a failing grade.”
Make that failing all of his classes. His fists tightened. This was so stupid. ”I don't need an extension. All of those sources are credible. Your failing grade isn't going to change that.” Jack turned on his heel and headed for the door. ”See you tomorrow.”
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2016 7:48 pm
Sebastian finished his recommendation of adding a bit more time on for him to gather his sources, anything that he could find, and to bring them to him. That would bump the grade up, but it seemed that Jack would have none of it. Sebastian’s eyebrows arched high when the student seemed to have a bit of an outburst.
Sebastian shook his head, turning his attention over the paper instead, red ink marking a C- on the paper instead. “Yes you will, Mister Faost. Every day after school for the rest of the week.” Detention. Not the normal one, either. He was going to be stuck in Sebastian’s room, since his attitude was clearly directed toward him. The teacher was rarely one to push his problems onto others, and he couldn’t imagine detention with someone else would solve any of their problems. So instead, Jack was going to be stuck with him for thirty minutes every day.
He wanted to help Jack, but it was hard if he was going to be so damn stubborn. Maybe a little time one and one would get the smaller male to open up more about why he was such a pain. Sebastian put the paper in the pile with the others that had been graded earlier. It was a shame. The paper was well written. Aside from a few grammatical problems, it was a perfect paper. Worthy of a perfect grade.
He couldn’t help someone who didn’t want to help themselves, first. But they had all week to figure out which Jack would choose.
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2017 4:44 pm
If Jack wasn't mistaken, Mr. Voros was implying that he was getting detention for...cheating. Or maybe for saying that he didn't cheat? Like Hell he was showing up for that. Every minute he spent in the company of others was a minute he wanted to carve his own stomach out with his fingernails. He wasn't enduring 1/30 of his daily classroom torment for something he didn't even do. It wasn't fair. It wasn't safe. It wasn't happening.
You know what, if he was going to fail no matter what he did, he was just going to skip History all together. It's not like his grades actually amounted to s**t in the future, not at a school that legally didn't exist. Why did he even bother? He knew more about history than the damn teacher did anyway!
Hell, he was probably older than the damn teacher!
Yeah. He wasn't dealing with this crap. Jack said before leaving the room. He wished the door would slam behind him, but he wasn't strong enough to produce the desired effect.
Either way, Mr. Voros would be seeing exactly none of Jack for the next forever. He'd hide in the library for the hour, or go to church even, or sleep. Any excuse to go to bed early was a good excuse in his book.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2017 8:03 pm
Sebastian watched Jack contemplate, at least that is what he had assumed the boy was doing, his options. His attitude was worse than the act of cheating.That’s what was getting him in trouble right now.
It wasn’t the fact that he utterly doubted Jack’s credibility, but he needed to see it. With his own two eyes. But, the boy wasn’t listening to that. He needed more proof about what had happened in what was described in Jack’s paper. It seemed fantastical, and horrific. He needed to know the truth.
Sebastian’s brows shot up when he was cursed at by a student. He hadn’t been, at least not for a long while. Kieran had a mouth on him sometimes, but even he didn’t cross this kind of line often. He stood as his student stormed out of the room, eyeing after the boy.
Letting out a sigh, Sebastian followed after Jack, catching the door as it swung back shut. He stood in the hallway, his hand on the door handle as he watched the boy. “Mister Faost!” He growled out, ready to force the boy to stop if it came down to it. He stepped in line after the white haired teenager. The rebellious side of students was never Sebastian’s favorite part of the job.
“It is your attitude that is getting you in trouble, not your paper, you realize this, correct?” He spoke loud enough that despite the distance between them, Jack would be able to hear him loud and clear. He wasn’t going to stand for a student attempting to shove around his authority. Quite the opposite, in fact, because this little stunt was about to get the teen that much more in trouble.
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