Day Two
Obi-Wan strolled into the classroom with new confidence. Nobody had thrown anything at him or "accidentally" shoved him in the halls yet; it was going well. His eyes scanned over his students as he placed his things on the desk.
"Alright," he clasped his hands together and searched for chalk, "let's get this party started."
"Can we have a party?" Chaos asked loudly.
"Of course we can," Obi-Wan turned around and grinned emphatically, then he smirked and rolled his eyes, "I mean, come on, this is like…SCHOOL!"
The class responded by talking about anything they possibly could. Caryn yelled across a couple rows to Kifa, "You were in my dream last night."
"Let's hold off any conversation about who was in whose dreams last night," Obi "shh" – ed them as he wrote a Classic sentence on the board.
"What did *you* dream about last night?" Chaos called out again.
"I…I don't remember what I dreamed about last night. But I know I dreamed. They say everybody dreams, you just don't remember every one you have."
"How would they know?" Caryn asked.
"Is that the aim?" Mona pointed her half-chewed pen at what he had written on the board. Obi-Wan looked back at it for a long second.
"Ahm, yeah, yes, let's call that the aim," he nodded assuredly after a while and rubbed his nose. Bad idea. As he absently inhaled, he had a sudden irritable sensation as chalk dust started to invade his nostrils. He squinted his eyes shut and cupped his hands over his nose. "Ah, man," he said in a choked voice, "I got chalk up my nose."
The class was not courteous enough to withhold their laughter. Within moments the room was filled with chatter again.
"What's up guys?" Obi-Wan waved at them all for attention, "What are you talking about?" Every one quieted down nervously. They think I'm mad at them, he realized. "You know when I say that, I'm not mad," he told them, "I sincerely want to know what you're talking about." Thirty-four pairs of eyes gave him strange looks. Obi-Wan cleared his throat, "Okay, so today let's do some Classic-Basic derivatives," he said as he wrote several on the board. His first was vulneo, vulnere, vulnevi. "Who can tell me what this means and its Basic derivative?" He turned back to face the class hopefully. Jorey had her hand up and he pointed at her.
"It means 'to wound' and, um, vulnerable comes from it," she said softly.
"Perfect," Obi-Wan said as he scrawled her answer on the board, "and let's get a definition of vulnerable," he called on Razi.
"Easily wounded, sensitive," she read from her electronic dictionary. Obi-Wan pouted and batted his eyelashes.
"Sensitive," he repeated with a roll of his head.
"Aww!" the female population of the class moaned. Obi-Wan briefly wondered why he got that reaction.
***
"He is *so* hot!" Cagi exclaimed.
"He's *beyond* hot," Nilli emphasized.
"I say we all jump him on the last day of school," Mona grinned devilishly.
"His eyes, they just grab on to you…" Cadi commented distantly. The rest sighed in dreamy agreement
"Shh! There he is!" Jorey tapped her friends for attention. Obi-Wan Kenobi had just come out of the office he shared with several other instructors from the Language department. With a nod to the line of teenaged girls, who were all standing with a faint hint of embarrassment and hidden agenda being swept from their eyes, he strolled swiftly down the fairly empty hallway with a book in hand.
"Do you think he heard us?"
"If he did, he didn't show it."
"I think he's got a faint idea of what's going on, from the reaction he got in class today, he would have to be pretty dim not to realize it by now," Cadi thought out loud.
"You're talking about the same guy who got chalk up his nose this morning," Lali reminded, earning a laugh from the others.
"I guess we'll find out eventually."
"If one of us doesn't scare him away with," Nilli cleared her throat significantly, "a bit of 'inappropriate' behavior."
"We can do this," Cadi assured them all, and herself, still a bit of dreamy distance refusing to leave her voice, "we have self-control."
"We also have a sweet piece of Jedi eye-candy for an instructor that we see four times a week," Jorey said hopelessly.
"Yeah," Cagi nodded with certainty, "if he doesn't already know, he'll be finding out soon."
"*Really* soon," Dosa said as she returned to her dream-world.
Obi-Wan strolled into the classroom with new confidence. Nobody had thrown anything at him or "accidentally" shoved him in the halls yet; it was going well. His eyes scanned over his students as he placed his things on the desk.
"Alright," he clasped his hands together and searched for chalk, "let's get this party started."
"Can we have a party?" Chaos asked loudly.
"Of course we can," Obi-Wan turned around and grinned emphatically, then he smirked and rolled his eyes, "I mean, come on, this is like…SCHOOL!"
The class responded by talking about anything they possibly could. Caryn yelled across a couple rows to Kifa, "You were in my dream last night."
"Let's hold off any conversation about who was in whose dreams last night," Obi "shh" – ed them as he wrote a Classic sentence on the board.
"What did *you* dream about last night?" Chaos called out again.
"I…I don't remember what I dreamed about last night. But I know I dreamed. They say everybody dreams, you just don't remember every one you have."
"How would they know?" Caryn asked.
"Is that the aim?" Mona pointed her half-chewed pen at what he had written on the board. Obi-Wan looked back at it for a long second.
"Ahm, yeah, yes, let's call that the aim," he nodded assuredly after a while and rubbed his nose. Bad idea. As he absently inhaled, he had a sudden irritable sensation as chalk dust started to invade his nostrils. He squinted his eyes shut and cupped his hands over his nose. "Ah, man," he said in a choked voice, "I got chalk up my nose."
The class was not courteous enough to withhold their laughter. Within moments the room was filled with chatter again.
"What's up guys?" Obi-Wan waved at them all for attention, "What are you talking about?" Every one quieted down nervously. They think I'm mad at them, he realized. "You know when I say that, I'm not mad," he told them, "I sincerely want to know what you're talking about." Thirty-four pairs of eyes gave him strange looks. Obi-Wan cleared his throat, "Okay, so today let's do some Classic-Basic derivatives," he said as he wrote several on the board. His first was vulneo, vulnere, vulnevi. "Who can tell me what this means and its Basic derivative?" He turned back to face the class hopefully. Jorey had her hand up and he pointed at her.
"It means 'to wound' and, um, vulnerable comes from it," she said softly.
"Perfect," Obi-Wan said as he scrawled her answer on the board, "and let's get a definition of vulnerable," he called on Razi.
"Easily wounded, sensitive," she read from her electronic dictionary. Obi-Wan pouted and batted his eyelashes.
"Sensitive," he repeated with a roll of his head.
"Aww!" the female population of the class moaned. Obi-Wan briefly wondered why he got that reaction.
***
"He is *so* hot!" Cagi exclaimed.
"He's *beyond* hot," Nilli emphasized.
"I say we all jump him on the last day of school," Mona grinned devilishly.
"His eyes, they just grab on to you…" Cadi commented distantly. The rest sighed in dreamy agreement
"Shh! There he is!" Jorey tapped her friends for attention. Obi-Wan Kenobi had just come out of the office he shared with several other instructors from the Language department. With a nod to the line of teenaged girls, who were all standing with a faint hint of embarrassment and hidden agenda being swept from their eyes, he strolled swiftly down the fairly empty hallway with a book in hand.
"Do you think he heard us?"
"If he did, he didn't show it."
"I think he's got a faint idea of what's going on, from the reaction he got in class today, he would have to be pretty dim not to realize it by now," Cadi thought out loud.
"You're talking about the same guy who got chalk up his nose this morning," Lali reminded, earning a laugh from the others.
"I guess we'll find out eventually."
"If one of us doesn't scare him away with," Nilli cleared her throat significantly, "a bit of 'inappropriate' behavior."
"We can do this," Cadi assured them all, and herself, still a bit of dreamy distance refusing to leave her voice, "we have self-control."
"We also have a sweet piece of Jedi eye-candy for an instructor that we see four times a week," Jorey said hopelessly.
"Yeah," Cagi nodded with certainty, "if he doesn't already know, he'll be finding out soon."
"*Really* soon," Dosa said as she returned to her dream-world.