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 Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 8:02 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 8:19 pm
 Vinicius Strolled into the classroom. His sucker hanging losely from his mouth and his hands jammed into his pockets. His backpack hung from one shoulder and he had a wide grin on his face, "Yo teach. Where are you?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 12:09 pm
 >~< Ally Mirrera >~< -Species: Human
Grade: Junior
Abilities: psychic powers inherited from her mother-'Being a Psychic necessarily isn't being a sexist...' Just as the (presumable)bells began to ring, signaling the start of class, a flash of black-and-white darted into the room.
"Sorry...for being...late...sir..." Catching her breath, Ally all but slumped into the nearest desk, folding her arms onto the top of said desk, and resting her head on her arms.
"I'm afraid I don't know my way around just yet~." A muffled nervous chuckle could be heard. "I'll...I'll try not to be late again, sir."'...girls are just better at it.'
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 12:16 pm
 Imhotep frowned at the young woman who was late by only seconds. She was being too noisy. "Please if you are late do not make noise like that. Just find the nearest seat and sit." He told her as the man started to pass out the poetry books for the day. "We will read Shakespeare. He was master of love and even has a type of poetry named after him." The man said as he turned the page he wanted to. Then waited for his students to settle down.
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 12:28 pm
>~< Ally Mirrera >~< -Species: Human
Grade: Junior
Abilities: psychic powers inherited from her mother-'Being a Psychic necessarily isn't being a sexist...' "M-My apologies, sir...," Ally muttered under her breath(mostly to herself) as she opened the book that Imhotep gave her, then skimmed the Table of Contents.
'...Right.' Her reddish-brown eyes skimmed the list of poets available for study in the book. 'He said Shakespeare...' After a moment or two, she turned the page(s) to the proper chapter...or series of chapters.'...girls are just better at it.'
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 12:33 pm
Imhotep smiled. She seemed to understand. That was a sign of a good student. He only had to warn her once. The teacher then looked down at his book before speaking up and reading it. "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest;
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
William Shaksepeare
(1564 - 1616) He closed his copy and looked up at the students. "Love is a common theme in poetry, I think the next would have to be of the sadder emotion. The theme in this is easy. It's love. I want you to write a poem about someone you have a crush on. If you do not have a crush on someone write about a handsome person. You have ten minutes starting right now. It doesn't have to be good."
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 7:43 pm
>~< Ally Mirrera >~< -Species: Human
Grade: Junior
Abilities: psychic powers inherited from her mother-'Being a Psychic necessarily isn't being a sexist...' Her legs crossed one over the other underneath the surface of her desk, Ally tapped her chin in thought with the end of her pen. 'Someone I have a crush on....or someone handsome...' A faint blush traced its way across her facial features as someone almost immediately came to mind...
- There was a brunette boy she knew growing up; he was about two years older than her. Medium-brown hair, bright-green eyes, Caucasian skin with the ever-so-slightest hint of a tan...when she first discovered her psychic powers, he was the only friend of hers that didn't try to use her powers for personal gain. In fact, the brunette had powers of his own, especially when it came to technology and the like... -
...As the blush faded from her face, a small smile graced her lips. 'I'm pretty sure a childhood friend qualifies for this assignment, then~' Straightening her posture in her seat, Ally opened the blank notebook she had on her desk, beginning to write after a few more moments of thought.'...girls are just better at it.'
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 7:52 pm
After ten minutes the Vampire gave out a "Stop." The teacher moved to the front of the with not only his own book, but, a second paperback book. The book was worn and looked like it was from a print shop over a big time company. "Now think about that person. Depending on the person the poem will be different. For example what a vampire may say." The man flipped the book open and started to read. "How many lover have I had
I could not guess
I had so many though the years
Some I drank
Some I loved
Some I wish for
But none I remember." The vampire closed the book. "Vampires are almost immortal. You have to think of how many years they live before. How many people they had been with. I want you to look at your paper and write what is the driving force."
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 1:56 pm
>~< Ally Mirrera >~< -Species: Human
Grade: Junior
Abilities: psychic powers inherited from her mother-'Being a Psychic necessarily isn't being a sexist...' When Imhotep said 'Stop', Ally set her pen down onto the desk she was seated in, her reddish-brown gaze focused on the Egyptian vampire as he explained the next part of the lesson/assignment. Once again, her thoughts began to drift towards her childhood friend...
- She could never really place her finger on it, but something about the brunette boy seemed a bit...a bit off to her. Whenever she was injured, it would take her a good long while to recover, depending on the severity. However, when the brunette was injured, his recovery only took a matter of days.
He wasn't a vampire, because he could easily go out into harsh sunlight. Ally took it upon herself to do a bit of research into this fact, and the conclusion she reached would, needless to say, surprise her... -
Picking up her pen, she began to (finally)write her poem, after a few more moments of thought(of course).
'What are you?
Those eyes that seem to have never lost their spark
That mind that never seemed to do wrong to me -
and for me -
A friend who is a mystery...' '...girls are just better at it.'
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 2:03 pm
Imhotep smiled as his students wrote down the assignment. He was happy that class seemed to be doing well. He put the books down on his desk and then return to his lecture over what the classes needed to learn. "No listen up. This will be on the test. I do not give out big test so everything I tell you that will be on the test will be on the test. First Shakespeare had his own type of sonnets so Shakespearean Sonnet will be on the test. It was also believed that he had a lover. Ancient Egyptian Poetry is always more of a love song." The man commented. This was going to be his love questions. "You're assignment will be due first thing tomorrow so keep a hold of it."
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 2:27 pm
>~< Ally Mirrera >~< -Species: Human
Grade: Junior
Abilities: psychic powers inherited from her mother-'Being a Psychic necessarily isn't being a sexist...' Once again - as a sign of respect to the teacher - Ally put her pen down as Imhotep explained the assignment that was due for the next class. 'So...,' she thought to herself. 'From what I'm gatherin', the poem we're workin' on now is the next assignment...' A soft smile graced her lips. 'Least that'll give me some time t'work on it.'
'And he mentioned a test...' Picking up her pen, she tapped her chin in thought with the end of said writing implement. 'Hopefully it won't be soon - I'm sure he'd allow for some study time.'
'But...' Her gaze shifted from the Egyptian vampire she had for a Poetry teacher, to the in-progress poem in front of her on the desk. 'Back to the matter at hand...''...girls are just better at it.'
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 2:39 pm
After a pause so that his students knew what to right down and time for them to write the information down. "As my test aren't big the final is. You will be required to turn in a twenty page minimum booklet of poetry. Ten of them must be write by you, five by a classmate from this class or another, and five must be poems that you enjoy. Any additional pages will be extra credit. One poem, one point. Two if it's one of your poems." The teacher continued.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 4:02 pm
>~< Ally Mirrera >~< -Species: Human
Grade: Junior
Abilities: psychic powers inherited from her mother-'Being a Psychic necessarily isn't being a sexist...' Ally took a moment to process the new information in her mind, concerning the (hopefully eventual)Poetry final in Imhotep's class. 'Well, now.' She blinked a few times, mostly in surprise. 'At least he's warning us about the final before-hand.' She nodded to herself. 'That's nice of him...well I hope it's nice of him, anyway~.''...girls are just better at it.' (( blargh ><;;; running out of post ideas...I may just send her to her next class soon~ ))
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 4:05 pm
Imhotep was about to do more and more lecturing, but, unfortunate for him and fortunate for the students the bell rang. The teacher let out a hiss of displeasure like he had been caught in the sunlight. "You have your homework assignment. Get out of my sight." He commanded.
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 9:31 am
>~< Ally Mirrera >~< -Species: Human
Grade: Junior
Abilities: psychic powers inherited from her mother-'Being a Psychic necessarily isn't being a sexist...' Ally's current train of thought was interrupted when the bell began to ring, signaling the end of class. 'Fun times must always come to an end, I suppose~.' Standing up from the desk she was seated in, she gathered the supplies that she used in her arms. Then, - with her free arm - she grabbed her messenger bag(sans word design), the strap of which was slung over the back of her chair during class.
Giving a final nod to Imhotep(she had a feeling she'd enjoy his class as the school term progressed), the young psychic headed off for her next scheduled class, which was 4th Hour English...'...girls are just better at it.'
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