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 Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 10:12 pm
((Damn, the Headmaster has some mad punishmentz. >_>))
Mr. Gregorovich explained the situation to the Headmaster before slowly turning and walking out of the room. He didn't want to hear the boy's punishment, because he had a feeling it would be severe. Very severe, and quite possibly painful. He sighed as he walked back to the classroom. He opened the door and noticed that Tsuki was back, speaking softly.
"Alright, class, I see that you've all been working hard. Excellent. Welcome back, Tsuki. Is your hand better?"
He asked in a clinical tone before continuing the class, talking about forces and the formula for forces.
"Alright, I assume that you know what velocity is, right? Distance over time in a given direction? I also assume that you know about acceleration at this point, since it was in the reading I gave you. Acceleration is change in velocity over time. So, the second measured velocity of your object minus the initial velocity, divided by the amount of time given. Now then, we're going to talk about forces. Force equals mass times acceleration. You can use it in various situations, such as car crashes, weight lifting, and even how much you weigh, force-wise. All you would have to do is take your mass in kilograms and then multiply by gravity. You would have your weight in Newtons. Now then, I'm going to do some examples on the board, and then I'll be giving you some problems to work on quietly. I will be walking around and helping those who need it."
Mr. Gregorovich then calmly wrote some examples on the board, solving them while explaining them, then writing down a page number and some question numbers, then sitting down at his desk and watching, occasionally standing up and going over to a student that needed help, giving advice and helping the student understand.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 8:11 pm
((Sorry for the wait, everyone. School has been hectic.))
((And yes, Mephy, he does. He has to be strict.))
Tsuki smiled and nodded when Mr. Greg addressed her. Before he had entered, her mind had begun to drift, but the beginning of his lecture snapped her to attention. She quickly, but neatly, wrote down everything he had said, attempting, and succeeding, to understand it.
Once he had finished giving examples, she turned the pages of her book until she got to the page that was written on the board. She took out a piece of looseleaf paper and started to work on the problems, happy that she understood it so far.
Once class was over, she left the class and went to her room to begin her homework. Only then did she realize she had not enjoyed the class at all, even if she discounted the misbehaving student. 'I guess I'll pick another elective tomorrow,' she thought. Hours later she fell asleep after reading a few chapters of her favorite book.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 9:00 pm
The day was new, and the air was calm. The weatherman had predicted a blue sky filled with sunbeams, and, for once, he was right. Those who did not have lodgings at the University enjoyed a pleasant walk to the educational institution on this fine Tuesday morning.
A bell rang, signaling not the beginning of class, but the warning of having five minutes until the beginning.
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The Headmaster could be seen wandering around the main room, greeting every student and teacher he saw with a bright smile. His outfit was his typical, yet formal, suit joined by his top hat, which was often snatched off his head to greet the masses of students crowding the halls.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 11:00 pm
The girl by the name of Alessa Skies was walking down the hall. Her long blonde hair was flowing around behind her from her movements. Her bright blue eyes were looking down as she walked. It was a habit of hers to watch her feet when she walked, though she didn't know why. At the moment, she wasn't watching her feet. Instead she was thinking.
Normally when she thought, she thought about many different things, so it was hard to tell what she was thinking about. Most would probably think that she was sad or something. In a way she was though, her memories brought out that emotion from within her.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 12:31 am
Ayla had been released from the hospital wing only after the nurse was happy with her. Now in class, she was to sit next to the teacher, not so they could watch what she was doing, but to protect her.
Walking down the corridor, and with Seth walking next to her, Ayla felt happy. She hadn't felt like this in a long time, and she wanted to make the most of it before someone ruined it.
Her expert fire studies were going well, she thought. Slowly grasping the concept of how to do it, she ws putting it into practice. Seth didn't mind her late classes, due to the fact he could walk her back to the dorms afterwards.
Slowly walking towards the classroom, her thoughts wandered. Wonder what everyone will be learning today?
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 4:27 pm
It was a beautiful sunny morning as Liriale parked her blue motorcycle slightly to the side of the old scrap plot. Kicking the stand out, she gingerly let her bike lean against it then gave the metal a little pat. “Whew! I thought we’d keel over at some point with all this luggage!” Liriale was wearing a light tan wooly turtleneck and dark tan slacks that mysteriously stayed unwrinkled after the ride. She began to untie her black suitcase and duffle bag, setting them onto the sidewalk.
It was a peculiar sight for passer bys who saw a young women carrying a duffle bag, backpack and suitcase as she kept staring at the broken down house in a weed infested plot. It was even more unusual when she let out a cry, “I’m finally home!!” Many of the pedestrians quickly shuffled by, wondering if the housing market was doing that poorly.
Liriale gazed nostalgically at the quaint Victorian House. She could still recollect the day she first came to the school. Liriale was only ten years old, but a ten year old with uncontrollable power over water was too much for ordinary school life. She could recall the challenge of trying not to accidentally bend water like the time it was raining but rain seemed to hit an invisible shield around Liriale as kids gawked at her, or worst, when she tried to drink from the water fountain and water shot out like a broken fire hydrant and chased her around the school playground as she ran for dear life. Yep, life was a bit difficult until she received a letter from The University of Enchantment. It was an invitation for admission to the school, yet just standing on the front steps, Liriale knew that this was the place for. She wouldn’t have to worry about being the ‘weird one’ or being soaked with water nearly everyday.
“Society ostracizes what they consider the black sheep of the lot, they tend to forget that it’s mainly the black sheep that contribute uniquely to benefit humanity because of their different perspectives and abilities. But not here.” She thought to herself as she reached out to the wood engraved door with her free hand and slowly opened it to reveal the mysterious inside. Liriale’s foot tapped onto the marble-floored foyer. Looking around the sunlight hall and its many marble staircases, she noted discouragingly, “I don’t suppose they built an elevator while I was away?” She sighed as she recalled that her office and classroom were on the second floor, “Oh well, better start now before this weight becomes unbearable!” she pep talked to herself.
20 minutes later: Huffing and puffing, a red-faced Liriale finally reached the last step with luggage in tow. “Lets see, room 2A, ah room 2B and 2C.” she remarked as she searched for her office and classroom. The office and classroom were in the same rooms her old water professor used to have. Radna Voda, was an old women with long waist length snow white hair and incredible skills with water manipulation. She had been Liriale’s mentor and greatest friend; sadly, she now lives in a nursing home as Alzheimer’s slowly conquers her. Often, Liriale drives up to the facility to visit Radna, and when no one is looking, she performs simple water tricks to Radna’s delight. Though the nurses might be getting suspicious since the water from the flower vases were mysteriously vanishing. “I wonder if they kept the classroom the same?” she thought excitedly. It was exactly how she remembered it long ago, Liriale realized when she peeked inside. It was a long room with the furthest end on her right was the designated lecture portion of the classroom for it had two rows of five seats. Two steps led to a raised platform where a solid wooden desk stood in front and behind it were two mounted white boards. On the opposite side of the classroom was the lab portion, three rows of benches with multiple drawers, were flanked by two wooden stools. Hovering over the benches were ventilation shafts. Again, in front of these benches and up two flights of steps was the professor’s bench and mounted white boards.
What really caught Liriale’s gaze was the middle portion of the class which was right in front of her. There situated in the middle was an indoor, circular pond complete with a streaming waterfall that gently flowed over mounted rocks and decorated with tropical foliage. Swimming in the pond were two large koi fish yin, a black koi and yang the white koi. The sound of the soothing water filled the classroom, yet there were other sounds as well. Liriale had forgotten that a counter ran alongside the wall behind the pond. There on top of it were various sized aquariums filled with different types of fishes, tanks with different habitats housed: amphibians, reptiles, and small rodents. Above the animals were five stained glass windows each depicting mythical creatures. A pure white unicorn leisurely walking in a lush green forest, a crimson dragon guarding a mountain of golden treasure in his volcano lair, a proud gryphon soaring through the clouds of a pale blue sky, a beautiful green haired mermaid swimming through the dark blue ocean, and the last window which was of a dark grey sky where a wraith hovered solemnly over a grave.
Liriale quietly shut the door and headed back to her new office. Walking in she noted three individually screened patients beds to her left while a long shelf sided the opposite wall. At the end of the room was a long organized wooden desk with a stained window looming above it. The window here depicted on old-fashioned nurse giving cough medicine to a sick child in bed. Liriale was unloading her suitcase into a nearby closet when she heard the warning bell, as if by conditioned response she quickly left her suitcase, gathered up her papers and headed through a side door on the bookshelf wall that led to the classroom.
She noticed two twin girls sitting at lecture side of the classroom, were gawking at the furnished room. She walked through the rows of seats and placed her stack of papers onto the front desk. “Hello and welcome to Expert level of Water Manipulation” Liriale said congenially as she stood behind the desk. “My name is Liriale Montoya, you will address me as Professor Montoya. We shall first begin with roll call.”
((Entrance of the new faculty member ^__^))
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