Disclaimer: Another experiment. I'm not sure where I want this to go, so
gimme ideas- I like those.
Open. Close. Open. Close. Rory's eyes seemed to be as occupied as the view in front of her roams with kids.
'I keep reminding myself that I love my job, I love these.. kids.'
Rory is sitting at the temple of hell, the front of the room. It's silent now but when they aren't forced to be serious, it's a total massacre.
Staring plainly at the neatly placed papers in front of her face, Rory hasn't made an effort to look through them. Her tired eyes crawl to the wall where judgment hangs obliviously. And by judgment, I mean the clock. It's about 1:55 in the afternoon now and all Rory wants is to go home.
Looking back at the papers, she starts to file them in the order they're supposed to be in. Rory takes the time to glance around the class, just incase the cheaters think the coast is clear.
'I love my job, I love my job, I love my job...'
The class is made up of 10th graders. Boys and girls. In the middle of hell.
"Aaanndd that's it, times up! Pass in your tests in alphabetical order please," says Rory as she stands in front of a column of desks with kids in every seat.
"Aww man!" a boy sighed.
"Shoulda studied, Chris.."
"Ms. Gilmore, I did!" Chris shouts back.
"Well, your grade will reflect that!" Rory says, in a sing- song voice.
He sighs deeply as his head sinks down to the platform of the desk. Rory comes to the first of every desk in the front of the class and collects the papers being raised out.
A girl who sits in the front of the class, looks so confident, she decides to voice her self-assurance she says, " I think I did well.." with an emphasis on I.
Forcing out a smile, Rory says, "That's nice, Jamie..."
"Okay, with the remaining 20 minutes of class left, please take out your books."
A wave of noise rushes, as the kids take out their books. Rory looks around the room to see if everyone has their book.
"Please flip to page 38, where we left off on Holden talking about Allie." Rory says as her class opens 'The Catcher in the Rye'.
When everyone seems to be in place, Rory opens discussion. "So, from reading this one page, why is Allie such an important person to Holden aside from the fact that he was his brother?"
She looked around the room, everyone's face look dull.
"People, if you don't understand this, it's not my fault you fail the test! Please focus!"
Some kids sit straight and start reading the page that they were already to have read the night before.
Rory stands patiently, waiting for someone to answer her question.
When no one does, Rory says, "Well, if no one can answer this simple question, you'll all have extra homework..."
A girl in the middle of the class raises her hand.
"Yes Carrie?" Rory asks.
"Umm, well it's because to Holden, Ally was the perfect kid. He represented childhood innocence, as much a Phoebe did. Ally was smart, even though Holden was older than him, he thought of Ally as some 'beyond his time' kind of smart kid."
"Excellent answer. I like the fact that you pointed out that Holden thought Ally represented childhood innocence. Well said."
At times, Carrie reminded Rory of herself. She was kind of quiet, but someone who could carry on an intelligent conversation.
"Where and when was the time that Holden had completely wanted to die, right then and there?" Rory asked.
Blank faces. This was sad.
"(Dramatic sigh) Did anyone make an effort to actually read the book?"
A few hands went up, but majority were down. Rory shook her head.
The bell rang and as everyone was moving with the speed of light to get the hell out, Rory shouted in the sternest voice she had ever used.
"Sit down! I dismiss you, not the bell! You're here to learn, not to lounge around and do jack- squat. Now what I want you to do tonight is read thoroughly, chapters one and two. Be prepared for a quiz tomorrow, since majority failed these two chapters last time. Do well!... Ok, you're dismissed..." Rory said as she collapsed onto the chair at her desk.
This was pathetic.
Everyone cleared out and Rory gathered her things and left the room herself. Rory walked out of the school and down the sidewalk. Her home wasn't far away.
Rory lived in New York. The streets were bustling with people as she made it up the steps to her apartment building. She opened the first door with her key. As she was walking in to the elevator, a woman her age walked out.
The woman shouted, "I've got a date, be back late. Haha that rhymed! Don't wait up for me!"
"See ya, Sam!" Rory said as she waved her roommate goodbye.
When Rory finally came into the moderate size apartment, she crumpled on the love seat by the window.
She stared out the window like she always did. Just a watching the world pass her by. She liked watching people just walking down the street, walking home to their love ones, just watching them in their own lives.
But she was so tired that her eyes drew her to sleep.
OOKAY, I DUNNO, THIS MIGHT NOT FLY. BUT I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS THINK OR WHAT I SHOULD DO WITH THIS SO PLEASE HELP ME OUT!! REVIEW!! PLEASE AND THANK YOU!!!
Open. Close. Open. Close. Rory's eyes seemed to be as occupied as the view in front of her roams with kids.
'I keep reminding myself that I love my job, I love these.. kids.'
Rory is sitting at the temple of hell, the front of the room. It's silent now but when they aren't forced to be serious, it's a total massacre.
Staring plainly at the neatly placed papers in front of her face, Rory hasn't made an effort to look through them. Her tired eyes crawl to the wall where judgment hangs obliviously. And by judgment, I mean the clock. It's about 1:55 in the afternoon now and all Rory wants is to go home.
Looking back at the papers, she starts to file them in the order they're supposed to be in. Rory takes the time to glance around the class, just incase the cheaters think the coast is clear.
'I love my job, I love my job, I love my job...'
The class is made up of 10th graders. Boys and girls. In the middle of hell.
"Aaanndd that's it, times up! Pass in your tests in alphabetical order please," says Rory as she stands in front of a column of desks with kids in every seat.
"Aww man!" a boy sighed.
"Shoulda studied, Chris.."
"Ms. Gilmore, I did!" Chris shouts back.
"Well, your grade will reflect that!" Rory says, in a sing- song voice.
He sighs deeply as his head sinks down to the platform of the desk. Rory comes to the first of every desk in the front of the class and collects the papers being raised out.
A girl who sits in the front of the class, looks so confident, she decides to voice her self-assurance she says, " I think I did well.." with an emphasis on I.
Forcing out a smile, Rory says, "That's nice, Jamie..."
"Okay, with the remaining 20 minutes of class left, please take out your books."
A wave of noise rushes, as the kids take out their books. Rory looks around the room to see if everyone has their book.
"Please flip to page 38, where we left off on Holden talking about Allie." Rory says as her class opens 'The Catcher in the Rye'.
When everyone seems to be in place, Rory opens discussion. "So, from reading this one page, why is Allie such an important person to Holden aside from the fact that he was his brother?"
She looked around the room, everyone's face look dull.
"People, if you don't understand this, it's not my fault you fail the test! Please focus!"
Some kids sit straight and start reading the page that they were already to have read the night before.
Rory stands patiently, waiting for someone to answer her question.
When no one does, Rory says, "Well, if no one can answer this simple question, you'll all have extra homework..."
A girl in the middle of the class raises her hand.
"Yes Carrie?" Rory asks.
"Umm, well it's because to Holden, Ally was the perfect kid. He represented childhood innocence, as much a Phoebe did. Ally was smart, even though Holden was older than him, he thought of Ally as some 'beyond his time' kind of smart kid."
"Excellent answer. I like the fact that you pointed out that Holden thought Ally represented childhood innocence. Well said."
At times, Carrie reminded Rory of herself. She was kind of quiet, but someone who could carry on an intelligent conversation.
"Where and when was the time that Holden had completely wanted to die, right then and there?" Rory asked.
Blank faces. This was sad.
"(Dramatic sigh) Did anyone make an effort to actually read the book?"
A few hands went up, but majority were down. Rory shook her head.
The bell rang and as everyone was moving with the speed of light to get the hell out, Rory shouted in the sternest voice she had ever used.
"Sit down! I dismiss you, not the bell! You're here to learn, not to lounge around and do jack- squat. Now what I want you to do tonight is read thoroughly, chapters one and two. Be prepared for a quiz tomorrow, since majority failed these two chapters last time. Do well!... Ok, you're dismissed..." Rory said as she collapsed onto the chair at her desk.
This was pathetic.
Everyone cleared out and Rory gathered her things and left the room herself. Rory walked out of the school and down the sidewalk. Her home wasn't far away.
Rory lived in New York. The streets were bustling with people as she made it up the steps to her apartment building. She opened the first door with her key. As she was walking in to the elevator, a woman her age walked out.
The woman shouted, "I've got a date, be back late. Haha that rhymed! Don't wait up for me!"
"See ya, Sam!" Rory said as she waved her roommate goodbye.
When Rory finally came into the moderate size apartment, she crumpled on the love seat by the window.
She stared out the window like she always did. Just a watching the world pass her by. She liked watching people just walking down the street, walking home to their love ones, just watching them in their own lives.
But she was so tired that her eyes drew her to sleep.
OOKAY, I DUNNO, THIS MIGHT NOT FLY. BUT I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS THINK OR WHAT I SHOULD DO WITH THIS SO PLEASE HELP ME OUT!! REVIEW!! PLEASE AND THANK YOU!!!