Note: This was discontinued but reuploaded for those who still liked it
Disclaimer: The following song is not owned by me. Credit goes to the Original Artist
-Classroom-
Jaune kept his head hung as the sound of a pencil scratching paper echoed throughout the classroom. Oobleck's class had just ended and, since he had a free period, Jaune had asked the professor to grade the test they'd taken in class. With each scratch of the pencil, Jaune couldn't help but feel sick, the need to run over to a trashcan appearing more and more appealing. After what had seemed like hours, the pencil scratching had stopped, getting Jaune to lift his head. The first thing he took note of what the crease in Oobleck's forehead before the man slowly took off his glasses and let out a sigh.
"Mr. Arc…" Oobleck said, getting Jaune to focus on him before the professor pushed the two pieces of paper forward. Jaune let out a breath before he picked it up and stared at the large number in the top-right corner: 68, a D+. "…I believe the results speak for themselves." Oobleck said, getting Jaune to nod before he put the papers on the desk. "Jaune…do we need to have another talk about your grades?" The man asked, getting only silence from the blonde. "I see…then I'll spare you the lecture. However, this is becoming a major issue." Oobleck said, before he put his glasses on again. "The first three years of highschool…this might have been acceptable. However, you in your senior year at Beacon, a time-"
"-a time where my future could be decided by my dedication." Jaune cut in, getting the professor to nod. Jaune only let out another before he saw Oobleck stand up and motion for him to follow. It wasn't until the two reached the classroom door that they stopped. "That's a tall order, sir. I mean, if I were in normal history I know I'd be fine, but AP History? That's not adding my other classes like AP Calculus and the three other college level classes with Professor Peach." Jaune said, motioning to the door. It was one thing he didn't understand, why did almost every teacher seem keen on putting him into classes that were above his level. Before Jaune's thought could continue, his attention was drawn back to Oobleck when he let out a sigh.
"Jaune, I can understand your position. You are taking classes that you weren't prepare for." Oobleck said, turning to face Jaune before resting a hand on his shoulder. "It is a tall order to accomplish and I don't fault you for the drop in your grades. Indeed, you can place part of the blame on your professors, me included, for the sudden spike." The professor said before he smiled. "But remember Jaune, we don't place just anyone in those classes. We place students in there, because we believe that they can reach for higher goals."
"Then why is Cardin in yours?" Jaune asked, getting Oobleck to stop for a moment. "If Cardin's in them…they should be easy, right?" Jaune joked, his laugh dying as Oobleck continued to stare at him.
"Jaune, if this keeps up…" Oobleck said, his voice letting Jaune know that the next sentence was not good. "…then I'll have to inform Ms. Goodwitch to disband your club. If only so you can focus on your studies." Oobleck said before silence filled the room.
"Sometimes, I wish professor Ozpin and Goodwitch didn't visit Watchtower that day…" Jaune mumbled, his head slowly hanging. Oobleck let a frown appear on his face as he looked Jaune, the blonde letting a calm rhythm of breaths. The professor couldn't fault Jaune for much except for effort and determination; however, Oobleck knew the stress of balancing the workload of multiple classes, advanced ones at that.
"Jaune…" Oobleck said, getting the blonde to lift his head. "…never give up. In life, there are many obstacles we must face, and school is just that, another obstacle." Oobleck said, squeezing Jaune's shoulder a bit before he smiled. "If there's anything I've learn from history, it's that events tend to repeat themselves despite our best to stop them. So, believe me when I say that if your mother can succeed, then you can as well; you have her intellect." Oobleck said, getting Jaune to smile a bit before he lifted his head.
"You're right. Mom had a lot of faith in me when I first left. If she can do this…then I can to." Jaune said, getting Oobleck to smile.
"I have no doubt in that, but if I were give you some advice…" Oobleck said, getting Jaune to look at him, "…perhaps you should consider receiving some tutoring from a fellow classmate. Your mother didn't do everything on her own you know." Oobleck said, getting Jaune to nod before the professor motioned to the door. "If you would, Mr. Arc."
"Thanks for the pep-talk, Doctor Oobleck." Jaune said before he started walking down the hall. Oobleck simply smiled at him before someone else cleared their throat. Looking back at his desk, Oobleck jumped a bit when he saw Goodwitch was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.
"Yes, quite the inspiring speech doctor." Goodwitch said, emphasizing the man's title. "And it caught my attention that you failed to mention Chlorine didn't take any AP classes and only one College class during her Senior year."
"Yes, well, what Jaune doesn't know, won't harm him." Oobleck said before he took a seat and started grading the other tests. As the sound of pencil scratching filled the room, Goodwitch cleared her throat again.
"So I'm guessing that you expect me to go through with your word?" The blonde said, getting Oobleck to shake his head.
"If, and only if, his grades continue to fall." The man said before stopped grading. "But between the two of us, we know that it's unlikely…when you take into account the scores that he received on previous Mid and End-term Exams. Jaune had potential, but it's the fact that he was expected to use it so suddenly that his grades have diminished."
"And the previous years?" Goodwitch asked, crossing her arms again.
"Well, he may have gotten a call from his parents regarding that." Oobleck said with a smile. "No doubt it was because they've missed him dearly. Beacon rarely drops students after all, even for things such as bad grades." Goodwitch smiled at that before she uncrossed her arms and made her way to the door. "And Glynda?" Oobleck called out, getting the woman to stop and look back.
"Just a quick reminder, Peter and I will be visiting Jaune's next club meeting." Oobleck said, getting Goodwitch to nod her head before she walked out the classroom.
-Clubroom-
"So, what are you going to do today?" Ruby asked as she, Nora, Blake and Jaune fixed the room up.
"Well, since you're still learning a bit about the Violin, I figured it would be good to play it today." Jaune said as he adjusted the mic stand. "I listened to a few of my old songs then covered them with string instruments. I'm going to play them with a Violin so you can see how versatile it can be." Jaune said before he walked over the two remaining violins. Picking one of them, Jaune let out a sigh before he turned around and around got on the stage.
*Knock*-*Knock*-*Knock*
Just as the blonde was about to hit the play button, he froze and looked at the door when they four of them heard the knocking. Looking at Ruby, the girl nodded before she made her way over to the door and reached for the lock.
"Who is it?" Ruby called out, her hand ready to turn the lock.
"Ms. Rose?" A voice asked, getting the four to raise an eyebrow.
"Professor Oobleck?" Ruby asked, getting the other three to look at each other.
"Actually, it's doctor-" Oobleck said before someone else cleared their throat, this person a female. "-hm, yes. Would it be a bother to allow us in?" Oobleck asked, getting Ruby to look at Jaune. The blonde simply shrugged before Ruby undid the locked and opened the door. Once it was open, the four were surprised to see Oobleck, Port and Goodwitch all walk in, the latter having her head in her hand. Once the three adults were inside, Ruby closed the door, letting silence fill the room aside from Oobleck's occasional sipping from his thermos.
"Uh…" was all Jaune could say before Goodwitch sighed heavily.
"Professor Port and Oobleck have heard about your talent Jaune. They would like to listen for today, if that's alright." The blonde professor said, getting the two men to bow their head in agreement. "I would say to ignore them, but I know that is almost impossible." Goodwitch said, "Regardless, feel free to continue." Jaune nodded at that before he raised the violin.
"Like I said, the songs I'm going to play were redone with strings. I'm only going to play this one with the original but not with the others." Jaune said before he hit the play button.
Stressed Out By TWENTY ØNE PILØTS (Cover music by Vitamin String Quartet)
I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard
I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new
I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang
I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink
But now I'm insecure and I care what people think
My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think
My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think
Wish we could turn back time, to the good dope days
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out (oh)
Wish we could turn back time (oh), to the good dope days (oh)
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out
We're stressed out
Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young
How come I'm never able to identify where it's coming from
I'd make a candle out of it if I ever found it
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell one
It'd be to my brother, 'cause we have the same nose
Same clothes homegrown a stone's throw from a creek we used to roam
But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered
Out of student loans and treehouse homes we all would take the latter
My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think
My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think
Wish we could turn back time, to the good dope days
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out (oh)
Wish we could turn back time (oh), to the good dope days (oh)
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out
We used to play pretend, give each other different names
We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away
Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face
Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money"
Yo
We used to play pretend, give each other different names
We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away
Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face
Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money"
Yo
Wish we could turn back time, to the good dope days
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out (oh)
Wish we could turn back time (oh), to the good dope days (oh)
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out
Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, bunny
We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money
Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, bunny
We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money
We used to play pretend, give each other different names
We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away
Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face
Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money"
Yo
Yeah, there's nothing after. If you want to continue this in your mind, then just imagine Jaune playing other songs with the Violin. If you want some help, then Look up Vitamin String Quartet on Youtube, they've covered a lot of songs. Personally, I listen to the System of a Down and Paramore…among others such as The Rolling Stones, Nirvana and Metallica. In fact, I'll leave a link our profile to their channel. Just pick the videos tab and scroll through the songs…who knows, they might have done a song you like.