Disclaimer: I wish I wish I owned Danny Phantom! Desiree: -turns me into Butch Hartman- AHHHHHHHHH! CHANGE ME BACK CHANGE ME BACK! -is changed back-
I am back. Ish. Either way, I'm taking my own challenge.
Since I came up with the challenge, I CAN PUT MY OWN TWIST ON IT! SO HA!
And for those who are wondering why I made Danny be in HONORS Chemistry is because the show only basically tells us he sucks at English. Never mentions any other subject, and being the children of SCIENTISTS/INVENTORS/GHOST HUNTERS, I figured he'd be good at SCIENCE/CHEMISTRY/BIOLOGY.
Danny sighed as he hopped down from the Fenton RV. He glared at the school in front of him as a small crowd of students and parents walked around.
"I can get it myself," Danny pleaded.
"So can I," Jazz quickly agreed.
"Nonsense!" Maddie said cheerfully and her and Jack followed them to the school.
Danny and Jazz winced as they walked towards the table set up in front of the school. A very bored looking lady behind it gave Danny and Jazz their schedule before they were directed inside. Danny was given a new Casper High gym uniform as Jazz got a free Senior hoodie sweatshirt that listed the year and the name of all the seniors.
"Danny!" Sam shrieked as she ran towards him after bursting inside.
"Hey Sam," Danny replied, smiling. She ran up to him and grabbed the front of his shirt.
"Danny! They're teaching a Ghost 101 class!" she hissed, pointing at the schedule.
"They took away our study hall and gave us Ghost 101!" Danny shrieked, suddenly taking a good look at his schedule. Whoa, how'd he get into Honors Chemistry? Wait, the Ghost 101. Right.
"Taught by Galileo Simon," Sam read to him.
"Who's that?" Danny asked, staring at the name on his sheet.
"I don't know," Sam admitted.
"According to my PDA, he was a Supervisior at DALV Labs," Tucker read, fiddling with his PDA as he entered his schedule into it. "Before that, he was a Guy in White."
"Don't you have to have a teaching degree to teach?" Sam asked, crossing her arms in satisfaction at her logic.
"He has one Sam," Tucker informed her. She frowned.
"Whoa, how'd you get into Honor Chemistry!" Sam exclaimed as she grabbed Danny's schedule. "And Alegebra Trig!"
"I dunno," Danny admitted as he took it back from her.
"That's good. We have the same Honors Chemistry class," Sam said with a smile.
"Oh, I bet you'll discover all sorts of Chemistry," Tucker joked before being glared at by Sam. "What period, though?"
"Third," Sam replied.
"I have it sixth!" Tucker whined. "Ah well. Least Danny and I have fourth period Alegebra Trig together."
"I'm in Geometry," Sam grumbled.
"I have Mr. Lancer again!" Danny whined.
"Should have done better last year so that you could be in Mrs. Simon's Honors with me and Sam," Tucker shrugged.
"He hates me though!" Danny groaned.
"You'll survive," Sam told him, patting his back. "Back onto the Ghost 101 class. What do you think they'll teach us?"
"Probably how to survive ghost attacks, ghost basics and more," Tucker figured. "Least it'll be an easy A."
"True," Danny replied.
"And we're all in seventh period," Sam commented as she looked at their schedules. "We can listen to some idiot from the GIW and DALV babble on some insane lies about ghosts and Danny Phantom."
"Could be worse.," Danny replied. "Mom and Dad could be teaching."
"Welcome to Parent Information Night!" Principal Ishiyama greeted the assembly room, full of parents. "This night is specifically dedicated to the parents learning more about the classes, teachers and academics your children are taking. First things first, I think we should inform everybody of the new classes this year. There is one new school club; a Book Club, supervised by Mr. Lancer and Mrs. Simon. We are getting permission from the city to do a Ghost Hunters club, supervised by FentonWorks."
"WOO!" Jack could be heard.
"Right...Moving on, we also have a new, mandatory class. This class is required if the student wishes to graduate and will be offered to Sophmores and Juniors. Seniors graduating this year are excused from this. This class will be taught by former Guy in White and DLAV Supervisior, Galileo Simon," the principal explained. "We have to thank Mayor Masters for funding this new, very helpful class. He has released a statement, assuring that this class will help your children stay safe and that Mr. Simon will be a very informative informative teacher. I will now let Mr. Simon tell you more about Ghosts 101."
She stepped away from the podium and let a slightly overweight, dark brown-haired man in his mid-thirties take over.
"I'm Galileo Simon. Mrs. Simon, who is the Honors World Literature teacher for tenth grade and teaches all of eleventh grade American Literature, is my wife. I worked with the Guys in White for about five years before I was offered a position as Senior Supervisor at DALV Labs. I worked there for ten years before my boss, Mr. Masters, asked me to take a teaching job here. Said, why not?, and so now I'm here," he briefly explained. "Ghost 101 is going to mainly focus around how to be safe around ghosts. To be safe with it comes to something, I personally believe that you must know more about it. That is one of the reasons I'm going to teach your kids a little ghost history, some basic information about ghosts, and learn more about some famous, infamous and well-known ghosts along with important ghosts in Ghost Zone history. I know much about these, due to several trips in the Ghost Zone personally, talking to some ghosts, doing some research in some Ghost Zone libraries and my job dealing with ghosts. Okay, now I'll turn it back over to Principal Ishiyama."
Principal Ishiyama came back to up to the podium and began to talk a little more. Soon, she let the parents walk around the classrooms and question the teachers. The authoress would write more, but she didn't know what else to write so...here you go.
Honors Chemisty was already frying Danny's brain. Mr. Lancer seemed even more obsessed with his subject this year than last. How was he supposed to pass Alegbra Trig? Well, at least the teacher was nice and Tucker was in the class with him. Now to Ghost 101. He was excited, yet nervous for this class.
The room was set up like the Honors Chemistry room. Wait, it smelled of the explosives the teacher demonstrated for them that day. Was it the same room? Nope, Miss Parker's Elements Poster wasn't there. It was similar though. The desks being black tables that seated six and the teacher's desk was a long, narrow black one that seperated the students from the white-board, a small raised platform and the teacher. Mr. Simon was taking papers out of the desk.
"Do we just sit anywhere?" he asked, a bit nervous.
"Seating chart on the board," Mr. Simon said in a monotone voice. Danny glanced at the board and groaned.
After sitting down, several more students came in. Danny was sitting on the very outer edge in the second row. He glanced around. His lab partner was a quiet, shy girl from his Algebra Trig, Honors Chemistry and French class. Tucker was sitting right in front of him next to Dash while Sam was in the very back row in between Paulina and a loud, obnoxious boy.
The second the bell rang, Mr. Simon's head snapped up to look in front of him. He silently counted the students. All thirty were there. He checked present for every single student before picking up the papers.
"Okay. Now I know from the groans that you hate assigned seatings, but I have good news about them. You only have to sit there on Lab days." He smiled and paused while everybody gave a cheer. "Any other day, I don't care where you sit, but be warned that I have NO problems moving you. Everybody else will sit wherever they please, but you will have an assigned seat until I say otherwise. If you annoy me a lot, I may just kick you out into the hallways. Then you can roam around until you're caught and punished by another teacher or a hall monitor.
"Now since this is the first day, I have to go over a bunch of rules and regulations. Okay, what's your name?" Mr. Simon asked, pointing to Tucker.
"Tucker Foley," Tucker spoke up a bit shyly.
"Okay, pass these papers out for me," he told him, handing him a stack but keeping one. "Okay, once you get this, read it. Or you can just stare at it blankly while I tell you what this is. This pretty piece of paper-"
"It's blue!" one student yelled out.
"Congratulations. You know your colors," Mr. Simon sarcastically replied. "Before I was RUDELY interrupted, this pretty piece of BLUE paper basically tells your mommies and daddies that if you get hurt, they can't sue me for millions and millions of dollars that I don't have which will make me loose everything and my wife and I will have to live in a cardboard box. And since Mrs. Simon is knocked up, I don't think she'd appreciate raising a baby in a cardboard box."
"Mrs. Simon is pregnant?" Sam questioned loudly.
"She doesn't look it!" another girl commented with surprise.
"She's about twelve weeks along. If you stare at her stomach, you can see the bump. But please, next time you go into the class, don't tune her out in order to stare at her stomach. She'll hit you," he warned. "But moving on, get this signed. Our first lab is next week on block day. Have it into me no later than the beginning of class on block day.
"Another thing is that I honestly don't care if you have food. No food on block days though because I don't want to have to rush one of you to the hospital because you ate a sandwich covered in ectoplasm or something like that. But you'll often see me with food, so I don't think it's fair if I don't let you have food too."
"What kind of labs are we going to do?" Paulina blurted out.
"Mostly examining ectoplasm," he explained. "I'll explain the different types and different spieces and levels of ghosts. This is not a confirmed, but I'm trying to get permission from FentonWorks, the school and Mayor Masters to take you into a field trip to the Ghost Zone."
Everybody began to aw and comment in amazement. Tucker turned around and looked worridly at Danny. Danny glanced back at Sam, who had turned paler. Some students seemed thrilled, other were terrified.
"Please don't go home and Facebook, Twitter or text everybody that you're going on a field trip to the Ghost Zone," Mr. Simon warned. "It's not confirmed. It's in the works and we'd have to do very special procedures in order for it to work. You?"
Danny glanced back and noticed that Valerie had raised her hand.
"What kind of procedures? Isn't it dangerous?" she asked.
"It's very dangerous, but I have been in the Ghost Zone. I know where to avoid and good places for us to go. Procedures would be me taking one class period at a time, like for example I would take first period on Monday and my fourth period on Tuesday," he began to explain. "Since it's so large, I'm trying to shoot for an all-weekend trip, though I doubt that's gonna happen. Another thing is that I would need the Fentons to come so that we have protection, but we'd also need to give you all a brief, basic lesson on how to use an ecto-gun in case we get seperated."
"Will we have to meet any ghosts?" Dash asked nervously.
"Like I said guys, it's in the works. It's not confirmed and it'd take place at the end of the year," he them. "Okay quiet down!"
Everybody ignored him and began to talk a little louder.
"You know what I love about seventh period?" he suddenly asked.
"What?" Tucker asked.
"That since it's the end of the day, I can keep you after school for as long as I like," he said loudly. Everybody immediately became quiet. "You waste my time, I can waste yours. I would never do that with my first and fourth period because that's rude to your next period's teacher, but I can with you!
"Now that we're quiet, let me finish telling you the rules and stuff of my classroom. There's only one more rule, so hang in there. Okay?" He glanced around. "Okay. Now the final rule is everything I say is fair game for a test.
"Now because I notice you are all half-asleep, how many of you have Mrs. Simon? Okay, about one-third of you. Did she tell you guys the story about copying work?" he asked.
"Yeah," Sam said beginning to giggle slightly.
"Well, I'll repeat it to the rest of you since we have about ten minutes before we leave," he replied. "It was Mrs. Simon's tenth grade. If you have brothers or sisters that went here before you, you might know that she taught tenth grade regulars before they made Mr. Lancer do that. She gave out a creative writing assignment where she wanted you to write about a life-changing event that happened to you. She had this one, very lazy student that ended up not only turning it in a week late, but he got a zero for copying another student's paper. Mrs. Simon immediately realized that he copied when he wrote: A major moment in my life is when I found out that I was pregnant. It was a major moment because I was only thirteen."
Everybody began to laugh, even the ones that already heard it. Mr. Simon just held back chuckles.
"The lesson is to never copy. And if you copy, at least make sure you know what you're copying," he said as the bell rang. "Okay, get out of here."