DISCLAIMER:we both know i don't own any of these characters. there is no profit being made off this simple lil' fanfic.
takes place after series finale.
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"Good morning. My name is Mr. McPhee." Jack scrawled his name on the board. "Not teacher, not mister, not Mr. M, Mr. McPhee. The name isn't hard to pronounce, so we should have no problems here." He looked around at the students. They were either half asleep, passing notes, or whispering. "Alright. Look, you're seniors. This is Brooklyn. I may be new here, but I am certainly not taking any shit from any of you. Understand?" One eager student in the front of the class nodded. "Now, in case your woundering what happened to your old teacher, she retired. She's done here. I know you've had subs for the last couple of weeks, but I'm here to stay for the rest of the year. Get used to me." Students werent paying attention still. He walked over to a student who was whispering and slammed his hand down on his desk. "Excuse me, I believe I was clear before. When I say no shit, I mean no talking," he walked down the row and snatched a note out of a girls hand, "no notes," he slammed his hand on a sleeping boy's desk, "and no sleeping. We're here to learn literature. Literature consists of reading. Now, face it, you can't graduate if you don't pass this class, and you can't pass this class if you don't read what I assign. Is anyone getting this." Most of the students were now alert and staring at him. "Good. Now, we have fort-five minutes left in here. You can ask me questions about me or about the curriculum, whatever. But if you dont want to we'll get right to the bookwork." He sat back down and leaned backwards in his chair. "Now who has the first question. Yea, you, in the back." He picked on a boy with a beanie on. "And lose the hat."
"When was the last time you got some ass?" He snickered at his question.
"As, you're very clever, very original, what's your name?"
"Ben."
"Well Ben, to answer your question, last night. Twice." The class laughed, but he shrugged it off. "Next question."
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The rest of Jack's classes went on the same. the news spread, and he got the same question was asked in every other class. Nobody asked if he was gay. His evening passed quickly, as Tobey was at work the whole time. Then, school came again.
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"So, this is an interactive class. Who here hates school?" Several people timidly raised their hands. "Look, I'm not reporting this to the prinicpal or anything, just a simple question. Yes or no." Nearly everyone in the class raised their hands. "Alright, lets see, you....Angie...why do you hate school?"
"Nevermind."
"So, you don't hate school?"
"No."
"Why not."
"Okay, fine I do."
"Why?"
"It's boring."
"Alright. You. Greg. Why do you hate school."
"Everyone here are such stiffs. They wont let you do anything."
He continued to ask questions, untill he had a good amount of information. "All right. I just want to tell you who hate school, I totally agree with every statement given. It is boring. It is filled with stiffs. But those of you who like school are right too. It's educational, preparational. I want to keep the things that make school school, but change the things that make you hate it. So, I'm not stiff. I'm not boring, and I'm sure as hell not going to keep you here at lunch, I'm not giving any one of you detentions, and I will never, ever, tell you what to do. I will only give you suggestions. You can't pass my class if you don't do the homework, but that's your decision. Doing it is up to you, itt's up to me to make you want to do it. You're adults now. These are things we both do to make your education important to you. So, here is your first book. It's your level. As non-honor students, a tale of two cities is a perfect read. Yes, Kyle."
"So, we don't have to do homework."
"As I said, not doing homework will result in failure. If you want to get an F in this class, don't do your homework. I can;t make you do things you dont want to, but i can help you make the right decisions. Now, you're dismissed. Have a good Tuesday. You should read through chapter two by tommorow! We'll being learning about Charles Dickens."
takes place after series finale.
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"Good morning. My name is Mr. McPhee." Jack scrawled his name on the board. "Not teacher, not mister, not Mr. M, Mr. McPhee. The name isn't hard to pronounce, so we should have no problems here." He looked around at the students. They were either half asleep, passing notes, or whispering. "Alright. Look, you're seniors. This is Brooklyn. I may be new here, but I am certainly not taking any shit from any of you. Understand?" One eager student in the front of the class nodded. "Now, in case your woundering what happened to your old teacher, she retired. She's done here. I know you've had subs for the last couple of weeks, but I'm here to stay for the rest of the year. Get used to me." Students werent paying attention still. He walked over to a student who was whispering and slammed his hand down on his desk. "Excuse me, I believe I was clear before. When I say no shit, I mean no talking," he walked down the row and snatched a note out of a girls hand, "no notes," he slammed his hand on a sleeping boy's desk, "and no sleeping. We're here to learn literature. Literature consists of reading. Now, face it, you can't graduate if you don't pass this class, and you can't pass this class if you don't read what I assign. Is anyone getting this." Most of the students were now alert and staring at him. "Good. Now, we have fort-five minutes left in here. You can ask me questions about me or about the curriculum, whatever. But if you dont want to we'll get right to the bookwork." He sat back down and leaned backwards in his chair. "Now who has the first question. Yea, you, in the back." He picked on a boy with a beanie on. "And lose the hat."
"When was the last time you got some ass?" He snickered at his question.
"As, you're very clever, very original, what's your name?"
"Ben."
"Well Ben, to answer your question, last night. Twice." The class laughed, but he shrugged it off. "Next question."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The rest of Jack's classes went on the same. the news spread, and he got the same question was asked in every other class. Nobody asked if he was gay. His evening passed quickly, as Tobey was at work the whole time. Then, school came again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"So, this is an interactive class. Who here hates school?" Several people timidly raised their hands. "Look, I'm not reporting this to the prinicpal or anything, just a simple question. Yes or no." Nearly everyone in the class raised their hands. "Alright, lets see, you....Angie...why do you hate school?"
"Nevermind."
"So, you don't hate school?"
"No."
"Why not."
"Okay, fine I do."
"Why?"
"It's boring."
"Alright. You. Greg. Why do you hate school."
"Everyone here are such stiffs. They wont let you do anything."
He continued to ask questions, untill he had a good amount of information. "All right. I just want to tell you who hate school, I totally agree with every statement given. It is boring. It is filled with stiffs. But those of you who like school are right too. It's educational, preparational. I want to keep the things that make school school, but change the things that make you hate it. So, I'm not stiff. I'm not boring, and I'm sure as hell not going to keep you here at lunch, I'm not giving any one of you detentions, and I will never, ever, tell you what to do. I will only give you suggestions. You can't pass my class if you don't do the homework, but that's your decision. Doing it is up to you, itt's up to me to make you want to do it. You're adults now. These are things we both do to make your education important to you. So, here is your first book. It's your level. As non-honor students, a tale of two cities is a perfect read. Yes, Kyle."
"So, we don't have to do homework."
"As I said, not doing homework will result in failure. If you want to get an F in this class, don't do your homework. I can;t make you do things you dont want to, but i can help you make the right decisions. Now, you're dismissed. Have a good Tuesday. You should read through chapter two by tommorow! We'll being learning about Charles Dickens."