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Post by Professor Alexandra Fieldings on Apr 17, 2011 7:28:23 GMT -5
Conjunction junction,
What’s your function?
Hooking up words
and phrases and clauses.
Monday morning. Which means, for the students, another day of drudgery. But for Alexandra, it means work. Which sounds roughly the same, but for her, it’s completely different. Unlike people stuck in some dead-end office job, Alex thoroughly enjoys her occupation, teaching English to students at Alexandria Academy.
Early in the morning, she’s already perched on her stool, a worn copy of Shakespeare’s ‘Taming of the Shrew’ open on her lap. Black words on a white dry-erase board at the front of the room read, in Alex’s all-caps style writing--
MONDAY:
PREPOSITIONS
Sure, prepositions seems like a pretty basic thing for high-schoolers to do, but Alex likes to start out simple, work her way up to the harder stuff.
The walls of her room are unadorned, without a single poster to add color or cheer to the classroom. No, that comes from her lights. Lamps of all colors and sizes are scattered around the room. One large, white-light lamp in each corner, four differently colored, smaller lamps on each wall. Where the ceiling meets the walls hangs a string of Christmas lights, the multi-colored fairy lights you see in restaurants in December and the early part of January. Hanging suspended from the ceiling by fishing line is an assortment of small colored lights. Alex could hold them up with her gravity manipulation, but she finds she gets tired after holding things up for too long, as well as teaching her classes, by the final period, she’s all but snarling at her students. Which is definitely not good.
The first trickle of students walks through the door, but Alex doesn’t move from where she sits, only flips another page in her book. She’ll wait until the final bell to put away the play, and even then it’ll be a little reluctantly. ‘Taming of the Shrew’ is one of her all-time favorites, and her copy definitely reflects it. The paper cover is bent, the pages are dog-eared, and it’s not in very good condition, but Alex just can’t bring herself to get rid of it.
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Post by Kinkade Cymir Malixi on Apr 17, 2011 11:45:44 GMT -5
KINKADE
personal pronouns
are the death of me
see, i just said me.
you're an endless
sea of vanities.
Kinkade Malixi was not one to let things get him down. That is to say, he wasn't always thrilled about things, but he tried not to have a negative attitude about things in general. So when he walked into English class that day, he was happy. Optimistic, even, though he expected to be bored. Prepositions. Next time, she should start with coordinating conjunctions. Kinkade had learned all about those; fanboys. Sadly, though, he didn't know what a preposition was. He would certainly blame it on the fact that he was as native of Scotland, though it had absolutely nothing to do with it; he was just bad with rules of grammar. Maybe when she explained, he'd remember. Maybe.
Without a word to her, he walked by and sat at a desk at the far left of the class, second seat back. Only when he was sitting did he notice the Shakespeare book she was reading; oh, great. It was an interesting play, though... He personally preferred 'Much Ado About Nothing'. Ah, well. While he waited (she didn't seem inclined to entertain him yet) he pulled out a notebook and a pencil to draw. Even after class started, he'd likely keep up the drawing. He needed to keep moving, to keep his mind engaged; sitting quietly? Impossible.
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