English//Class 1

[Onzy]

The male stepped into the place that he would be calling a classroom. It seemed like such a dull place already, and so far he hadn't had much of a chance to exhibit his talents as a teacher. Knowing a fair amount of students had signed up for his class, he wondered how many would be left by the next one. Dressed in his tweeds, his black shoes clacked against the flooring as he paced the class. He had no planning, as most of his classes were done on improvisation, and sometimes a good amount of argument. Turning to the board, he wrote:

Mr. Edly.
English

Topic One:
Charles Dickens and the themes in his book Great Expectations.

Homework:
A four-page essay on the first topic. This will be typed. Anything handwritten will not be accepted. The font will be Times New Roman, Size 12.
It is due a week from now.

Harry did not care if the work was a lot. It was not primary school, and the students had to learn what real work was. He did not care if there were horses to work with, and he was more than happy to fail a student. His walking cane leaned against the chair, and he picked it up before resuming the pacing. What he didn't write down, he would say verbally, maybe even get to abuse some of the students (verbally) while he was at it. Seeing that it was about another 10 minutes before they were about to arrive, The Guv seated himself behind the desk, and waited it out.

[Cara]

Cara walked down to the English classroom. English has always been her favourite subject, as she loved studying how other people wrote and their reason for writing.

Today she was dressed in a charcoal suit, with a cream shirt under the blazer. Around her neck she wore a two toned blue tie, which was complimented by the clip she was wearing at the top of her bun.

Walking into the classroom, she gave the man behind his desk a respectful bow of her head, sat down at one of the tables in the front row and began setting out her desk. Her English folder was easily recognizable - to her - with the red tag on the zipper.

When everything was in its place she opened the folder, picked up her black pen and looked at the board. On the first page in the binder, she wrote down the class name and the name of the teacher. She then turned to the next page and wrote down their first topic and homework. She groaned inwardly at the thought of having to type out the essay. Don't get her wrong, as she can type 200 words a minute, this teen just feels that typing something out on a computer is one of the laziest ways to complete an assignment. As there was too much temptation for people to use the copy and paste option rather than writing it all out for themselves. However, she would never voice this out loud.

Alex dragged her feet as she headed down to the English classroom. She normally loved the subject , but today she wasn't feeling the best and would much rather curl up in bed with a really good book. Regardless of how she felt though, she needed this class to pass the year.

Walking into the room, she walked up to the teacher sitting behind the desk and gave him a bright smile, hoping it would add a little colour to her pale cheeks. "Good morning Mr Edly. I'm Alejandra Delco, but please call me Alex." With another smile, she headed over to a seat close to the door - but not in the front row - swung her backpack onto the ground and pulled out the folder that she was using for English. Okay, it was the folder she was using for all of her classes but today it was for English.

[freebird]

Jen was reluctant to pull herself away from the barn and the company of her mares. They were the most settling part of her life, and right now, she was completely unsure of herself. All of her friends were left behind at home, and she knew absolutely no one here. No one had seemed friendly enough to introduce themselves, but she knew she was here to learn, not necessarily to make friends. Sighing, she gave the mares one last pat and hurried to her English class. English had always been her favorite subject, she enjoyed the reading and writing. She enjoyed getting lost in someone else's story, and feeling the things they felt.

Her long, brunette hair was hastily pulled up, which was completely unusual for her. She donned a chalk colored sweater, and underneath poked a lacy tank top. Her light blue distressed jeans were tucked into her black boots, and drop earrings hung from her ears. She reached her class easily, and swung open the door to only find two other students in the room. Jen smiled at the professor and introduced herself. Jennifer Owens Sliding into an empty chair, she pulled out her notebook and easily wrote down the instructions on the board. Already, she was anxious to begin the first paper.

Outfit: Click!

[Pasture Puff]

Tiffany clutched the pile of books and folders tightly to her chest. Her English classroom was just around the corner, and she went a little faster, hoping to make it in time. She stopped suddenly in the middle of the corridor and glanced down at her watch. There was still at least ten minutes before class started, and she sighed with relief.

The door was open and so Tiffany walked in. She smiled at the teacher and murmured something polite before she took a look around the room. There were a couple of girls she didn’t know already sitting down, and Tiffany’s smile froze when she saw Cara sitting there in the front row. Hopefully the girl wouldn’t recognise her, and Tiffany ducked her head, letting her hair hide her face as she headed up through the rows of tables.

A dark-haired girl in a beige sweater sat up near the back of the room, and Tiffany slipped into a seat a couple down from her. She pushed her folders and textbooks to one side and opened up a new page in her workbook. It already had a margin ruled, but Tiffany added the date and subject in the top corner. Glancing up, she quickly scanned the board, grinning when she saw who the author was. She’d spent last semester studying Charles Dickens, and she still had dog-eared copies of most of his books back home.

Tiffany scribbled down the notes on the board, filling half the page with her messy writing. English was her favourite subject, and she hoped they had a good teacher. There was nothing worse than someone sitting up the front and totally butchering Shakespeare and the other literature greats. Tiffany chewed on the end of her pencil, already going over the first few sentences of her essay in her mind.

[StarGirl]

I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.
I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.
TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.
------------------------------------------------------------------

Bryce walked with as much purpose as he could muster today. He wasn't feeling up to learning at the moment, but he was the kind of person who simply would not skip classes. That's not to say he doesn't care for English, he enjoys it very much as it happens. Today just wasn't going well so far.

He shook his head trying to shift his thoughts, and switched his bag to his other shoulder nervously as he grew nearer to the classroom. He set his face, a look of nonchalant confidence and walked through the door. He nodded to the teacher behind the desk and turned to take his seat. He was caught off guard slightly as he found himself looking at a class consisting of only females. His countenance slipped momentarily, but he caught himself and selected a seat not directly next to any of his new classmates. He pulled his notebook out of his bag and looked up at the whiteboard. Dickens, not bad, he thought remembering a few favorite titles as he copied the assignment. Essays were not his favorite, but what could he do? They were a large part of his school work nowadays. As he finished his notation he slipped his pencil behind his ear and leaned back in his seat, awaiting the start of class.

------------------------------------------------------------------

tagged: English Class
words: 221
outfit: ...
notes: ...
THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY RACHIZZLE OF CAUTION 2.0. THE LYRICS ARE CREDITED TO ONE REPUBLIC. DON'T REMOVE THESE CREDS. THANKS FOR USING!

[/blockquote]