[Omi]
Argh. I have to be a student. How degrading, Apparently this school is a middle school and a high school in one. How special. So, I get to be the senior-year transfer student. I have a normal schedule, except for "English as a second language" I think my English is pretty good, thank you, but the school board has other ideas. The students here are very…interesting, to say the least. I fancy many of them to be more disturbed than me. The bell for first period rings, and I leave homeroom, reminding myself that this is all in the name of a mission, all in the…screw this. I hate school
[Ken]
Okay, I'm supposed to be the one who likes kids. I do. But teenagers are a much different story here. I have no idea how to even get them to run. Too much apathy….
The actual teacher is long gone. He gave me this sort of glazed look and left, muttering about salvation.
The kids stare at me. I can see the "let's drive the new TA to a mental institution" looks on their faces.
I'd dearly like to tell them that the new TA is an assassin, and happens to have his weapon of choice conveniently in the trunk of his car.
"Okay. The lesson plan says that we're supposed to be playing lacrosse." I give them stare for stare, desperate for a plan. Bingo. "But since I've never even heard of that before, I can't really teach anything about it. So."
This piques their interest. Yes, what will the new, clueless teacher do?
"We'll play soccer. The nets are already on the field, so we won't have to set anything up." Kami-sama…let this work…
[Youji]
They actually let me teach here! Amazing. Granted, it is as a foods teacher, but if you overlook that minor detail, I did pretty dang well. Well. The principal gave me a schedule-looking thing that says all the stuff I'm supposed to do over the course of a year. I won't be staying that long, but who needs to know.
Cinnamon ro…what the heck? I've never heard of half these things… I hand out the recipe to the students, who look about as disgusted as me, and retreat to my desk. Ye gods, if there's a fire…
[Aya]
The students seem to be in a somewhat restless mood first period. Also known in some cultures as a "drive the TA to drink" mood. I try to look occupied in grading worksheets (which are atrocious, might I add) while taking notes on a legal pad about the layout of the school. The actual physics teacher introduced me, sent me to a desk with a pile of worksheets and a somewhat dry red pen. If English is hard enough for me to read in the first place, the unintelligible scrawls of these students is up there with ancient runes. Someone throws a piece of paper folded sloppily into the shape of a triangle in my general direction. I catch it and glare back at the student. She gets a sad look on her face and turns to face the board again. Yes, torques are about the most sane things in this classroom…
Seven out of twenty? How can you sit in a classroom and not learn…oh, nevermind.
Argh. I have to be a student. How degrading, Apparently this school is a middle school and a high school in one. How special. So, I get to be the senior-year transfer student. I have a normal schedule, except for "English as a second language" I think my English is pretty good, thank you, but the school board has other ideas. The students here are very…interesting, to say the least. I fancy many of them to be more disturbed than me. The bell for first period rings, and I leave homeroom, reminding myself that this is all in the name of a mission, all in the…screw this. I hate school
[Ken]
Okay, I'm supposed to be the one who likes kids. I do. But teenagers are a much different story here. I have no idea how to even get them to run. Too much apathy….
The actual teacher is long gone. He gave me this sort of glazed look and left, muttering about salvation.
The kids stare at me. I can see the "let's drive the new TA to a mental institution" looks on their faces.
I'd dearly like to tell them that the new TA is an assassin, and happens to have his weapon of choice conveniently in the trunk of his car.
"Okay. The lesson plan says that we're supposed to be playing lacrosse." I give them stare for stare, desperate for a plan. Bingo. "But since I've never even heard of that before, I can't really teach anything about it. So."
This piques their interest. Yes, what will the new, clueless teacher do?
"We'll play soccer. The nets are already on the field, so we won't have to set anything up." Kami-sama…let this work…
[Youji]
They actually let me teach here! Amazing. Granted, it is as a foods teacher, but if you overlook that minor detail, I did pretty dang well. Well. The principal gave me a schedule-looking thing that says all the stuff I'm supposed to do over the course of a year. I won't be staying that long, but who needs to know.
Cinnamon ro…what the heck? I've never heard of half these things… I hand out the recipe to the students, who look about as disgusted as me, and retreat to my desk. Ye gods, if there's a fire…
[Aya]
The students seem to be in a somewhat restless mood first period. Also known in some cultures as a "drive the TA to drink" mood. I try to look occupied in grading worksheets (which are atrocious, might I add) while taking notes on a legal pad about the layout of the school. The actual physics teacher introduced me, sent me to a desk with a pile of worksheets and a somewhat dry red pen. If English is hard enough for me to read in the first place, the unintelligible scrawls of these students is up there with ancient runes. Someone throws a piece of paper folded sloppily into the shape of a triangle in my general direction. I catch it and glare back at the student. She gets a sad look on her face and turns to face the board again. Yes, torques are about the most sane things in this classroom…
Seven out of twenty? How can you sit in a classroom and not learn…oh, nevermind.