Post by Ryan Thave on Nov 21, 2006 1:41:42 GMT -5
Ryan walked down the quiet corridor, silently passing each classroom, being sure not to disturb the professors inside them. There was still around thirty minutes left before classes officially started for the term, and he was prepared if students left breakfast early.
He had his lesson planner tucked under his right sleeved arm, and class keys clutched in his left hand. As he approached his classroom, he looked up and down the halls to make sure that no students were roaming around unsupervised, then pushed the keys into the hole and opened the door.
The 21-year-old stepped into the classroom for the very first time. He walked over to his desk, placed the planner onto it, and walked over to the windows. The whole back wall was covered in windows, and it was a relatively large room. He opened the top row of windows to let the stuffy room air out. He walked around the room about three times, orginizing the desks to his liking. Instead of crowded in the middle, they were outlining the room, each desk a decent length from the other.
Satisfied, Ryan walked over to the chalkboard and took a new piece of chalk. He began writing: Welcome to Animagi. My name is Ryan Thave. He realized his mistake, and put a streak through his name, then added the words "studies" and "professor". It now looked like this: Welcome to Animagi Studies. My name is ProfessorRyan Thave.
He sat down, and reviewed the lesson that he was prepared to teach. He made sure that he knew it exactly, word by word, move by move. He even had the places that he was going to stand. Once he was finished, the kids started entering the classroom. He smiled, and once they were all seated, he stood up and walked in front of his desk. He took a deep breath, and began his speech.
"Attention, quiet please. Now..
If you want to eat: Go to the Great Hall.
If you want to sleep: Go to your Dorm.
If you want to swim: Go to the lake.
If you want climb a tree: Go to the lawns.
If you want to get hit by a ball: Go to the Quidditch Pitch.
If you want to look in a cup: Go to Divination Class.
If you want to sing: Go find an audience elsewhere.
If you want to pass love notes, giggle and make kissie faces: Go take a cold shower and then visit the Counselor.
If you want to learn how to become an Animagi: Welcome to my class." He paused, then continued.
"Because this is the first lesson of the year, I will not make it too difficult, and this will probably be the only lesson that I will be giving out actual homework.
For this lesson, I would like for each and every one of you to stand up, in turn, and tell the rest of the class a bit about yourselves. Include your name, of course, and if you want talk about your likes, dislikes, your personality; if you are from a different country you could tell us about your past life, your pets, your dreams, anything that you can come up with. There is but one rule: don't drone."
He had his lesson planner tucked under his right sleeved arm, and class keys clutched in his left hand. As he approached his classroom, he looked up and down the halls to make sure that no students were roaming around unsupervised, then pushed the keys into the hole and opened the door.
The 21-year-old stepped into the classroom for the very first time. He walked over to his desk, placed the planner onto it, and walked over to the windows. The whole back wall was covered in windows, and it was a relatively large room. He opened the top row of windows to let the stuffy room air out. He walked around the room about three times, orginizing the desks to his liking. Instead of crowded in the middle, they were outlining the room, each desk a decent length from the other.
Satisfied, Ryan walked over to the chalkboard and took a new piece of chalk. He began writing: Welcome to Animagi. My name is Ryan Thave. He realized his mistake, and put a streak through his name, then added the words "studies" and "professor". It now looked like this: Welcome to Animagi Studies. My name is Professor
He sat down, and reviewed the lesson that he was prepared to teach. He made sure that he knew it exactly, word by word, move by move. He even had the places that he was going to stand. Once he was finished, the kids started entering the classroom. He smiled, and once they were all seated, he stood up and walked in front of his desk. He took a deep breath, and began his speech.
"Attention, quiet please. Now..
If you want to eat: Go to the Great Hall.
If you want to sleep: Go to your Dorm.
If you want to swim: Go to the lake.
If you want climb a tree: Go to the lawns.
If you want to get hit by a ball: Go to the Quidditch Pitch.
If you want to look in a cup: Go to Divination Class.
If you want to sing: Go find an audience elsewhere.
If you want to pass love notes, giggle and make kissie faces: Go take a cold shower and then visit the Counselor.
If you want to learn how to become an Animagi: Welcome to my class." He paused, then continued.
"Because this is the first lesson of the year, I will not make it too difficult, and this will probably be the only lesson that I will be giving out actual homework.
For this lesson, I would like for each and every one of you to stand up, in turn, and tell the rest of the class a bit about yourselves. Include your name, of course, and if you want talk about your likes, dislikes, your personality; if you are from a different country you could tell us about your past life, your pets, your dreams, anything that you can come up with. There is but one rule: don't drone."