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 Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 11:27 am
xd _______W e l c o m exxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxto french class!
It is the first lesson of the morning, most students least favourites time of day.They are sleep deprived, bored and want the day to be over so they can hang out with their friends. It's not all rainbows and candycanes for the teachers either. French class, the language of "love" also another class filled with listening to tapes - of a man who is completely tone deaf - pairing up and quizzing each other then prepare essays. Not many people enjoy it too much, especially so early in the morning.
Double Desks all around in three neat little rows of fours, enough to sit 24 children. In front of the desks was a whiteboard that plagued most of the wall. The windows were covered by blinds letting in strands of the glorious morning sunlight, one window shining in on the teachers desk, which was to the right of the board and furthest away from the door. It was a tidy little desk, not too many possession on it to indicate any particular teachers classroom. Next to her desk was a single desk with a chair at the opposite end as hers, this was her "naught kid step" equivalent in the classroom, so she could keep an eye one someone who frankly, would do anything and was completely irresponsible.
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 11:35 am
________T h e R u l e s 1) Follow Gaia TOS
2) No one liners.
3) Drama is fully allowed, so bring in the sassy characters.
4) Personal bitchfits are for PM's only. But RP teenager hatered is loved.
5) Please use some form of OOC; but only use it in relation to the roleplay, don't use it to gush about something. We have an actualy OOC board for regular chittary.
6) No GM. I am the teacher of this roleplay, THUS I am god? Well not god, but I am in charge of the class. Yet, when has that ever stopped people defying the teacher.
7) Have fun! This rule is the most important!
Extra: Feel free to use a French translator. I myself can't speak it all too well.Welcome. Rules. Characters
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iPervertedPoptart Captain
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iPervertedPoptart Captain
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 11:39 am
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 1:17 pm
 ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇xxxxxx▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇xxxxxx▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ Today was the day Miss Ashmore finally got her own room. Every lesson she was sent all around the school trying to find classrooms, when frankly she was just as lost as the new students. This was her first year teaching at Belleview and so far she hadn't really made any enemies off other teachers and as far as she was aware to her knowledge, none of the pupils totally hated her. She was free from grief, but then again, it was only a few weeks in and she hadn't had a set class yet. You would think the education system would be more organized.
One foot dragging in front of the other Louise finally reached the class which was assigned to her; according to the crumbled piece of paper in her hand. She opened the door, it was positively bright yet a rather bland room, she hoped her class would be bright, not no: creams walls and a pale brown carpet. At least there was no laminate flooring. She'd had to snazz up the place with posters. She slumped on the seat behind the teachers desk and put her side bad on the floor underneath it. She felt so uncomfortable in her suit and heels. Especially the heels. Converse was usually her shoe of choice but it was so unprofessional, so she fixed herself, turned on the computer and fixed her hair up into a bun then put glasses on, she could have went with rimless ones, but it was too secretary, so instead they were thick rim, with a green line through it. The bell rung as she finished logging in and loading up the class lesson, well, what she had planned of the lesson half-assed at 2 in the morning. She rested her chin on her palm and flicked the thick strands of hair that were tickling her face behind her ear and greeted the morning pupils as they flooded in one by one.▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇xxxxxx▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇xxxxxx▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
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iPervertedPoptart Captain
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 6:44 pm
 αииαвєℓℓє cσиѕтαиcє - - - ♔ 
She set her bag down on a desk in the second last row. Some fussy teachers will actually move people in the last row to the front row, she knows from experience. Pushing her hair from her eyes, she looks up at the teacher who was preoccupied with the tiny flashing screen. She looked young enough to be in the class herself, if she wore a cuter skirt, switched to contacts and... Annabelle continued to mentally explain to herself about each and every single detail about the new teacher. At least it's not an old woman, they seem to be picky about everything she does, especially since she has a 5 layer make-up mask. Hmph. She batted her eyelashes several times, making sure her new set of fake eyelashes stayed on and were comfortable. Pulling out a mirror, she examined them carefully as students filed in.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 6:17 pm
-☼-Melanie Taylor-☼-
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Melanie walked up to the door to the French class and looked inside. So far, there were only two people inside: the teacher and a girl with lots of makeup on. She wasn't sure what to make of them, so she just quietly and slowly slipped into the class and took a seat in one of the middle rows and as far away as possible from the other girl and slipped her small backpack on her chair. She was so nervous, this was her first day in high school. Would she do all right? Would the other kids like her?
She turned around and grabbed her sketchbook out of her backpack and opened it to a page with three girls sketched out on it. The one in the middle looked a lot like herself, and she was laughing and smiling at the two girls standing next to her, who were also smiling. She really hoped that some day, that would be her, and she would finally have someone to be close to. She started working more on the picture until class started.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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iPervertedPoptart Captain
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 6:54 pm
▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇xxxxxx▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇xxxxxx▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ Some students caught her eyes, some more that others though, she scanned the room quickly and then stood up and walked to the centre. 'Okay, head up, speak clearly, and try be confident, hopefully they won't eat you alive.' Breath in through the nose and one big exhale and then she could speak. "Good morning class, my name is Miss.Ashmore, for all of yous who don't know me and from this day forward I will be your French teacher until the end of the educational year." she took a few steps and closed the door as everyone took their seats. "Now, there is a few things I want you to know, so we can get along peachy, don't shout at me, put up your hand and say either 'Miss,Ashmore.' or simply 'Miss.'. If I don't know your name, it's not because I'm rude, believe it or not, I have a lot of students, and I am bad with names - so I most likely will point at you and call you 'Oi, you' and lastly, just because I am your teacher, I'm not going to tolerate your crap. I'm not too old so I don't think what your doing is cute or just to be cool. I remember being in Highschool, it wasn't too long ago for me, so I think I understand how kids your ages work." she gave her class a big smile which seemed friendly, but given the context, was not so much.
As she sat down, she could almost feel her knee's tremble, that was terrifying. She picked up a piece of paper and handed it to the desk in front of hers. The piece of paper had boxes on it, to indicate the different desks in the room. "I want you to write your name on the box that is indicating where you are sitting. You can sit there for the time being, but I probably will change you around. And for all of yous that find it funny to write a fake name down, I'll come up with a new nickname for you, for the rest of the year, which I can guarantee, you will hate, and most of your classman will call you to ripp it out of you." She looked down at her desk, waiting for the paper to be filled out and looked at how she planned the lesson, however, in her plans all that was there was a little doodling. This was never good.▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇xxxxxx▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇xxxxxx▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 1:42 pm
αииαвєℓℓє cσиѕтαиcє - - - ♔ Again, the teacher proceeded to recite the too-long speech that she had heard over and over. It was nothing new, perhaps all of the teachers used the same template to introduce themselves. Annabelle's eyes were fixated on the reflection in the mirror, fixing her hair and make-up. Hopefully, the class will end quicker than usual, she wanted to go to the mall as quickly as possible. With a snap, she closed her mirror and placed it back gently into her bag.
By the time the seating plan came to Annabelle, it was quite full since she sat in the back. Annabelle picked up the piece of paper with names scribbled down in a variety of different colored inks. She reached into her bag, pulling out several small make-up bags before finding a small pink bag covered in bows and ribbons. She unzipped it, pulling out an overly decorated pen before writing her name down in thick curly letters. "An-na-belle." She clicked her tongue before sending it to the person beside her.
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 5:53 pm
-☼-Melanie Taylor-☼-
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~More and more students filled the classroom, but Melanie continued quietly sketching in her sketchbook. Finally, when all the desks were full, the teacher started talking, and Melanie put her sketchbook in her backpack and turned around, sitting with her hands together on the desk. The teacher said that her name was Miss Ashmore, and she just said the things teachers normally say on their first day. Melanie was kind of intimidated by her, but she could tell that the teacher was just a little nervous.
As the seating paper went around, she got her pencil back out. It was a purple mechanical pencil with a pencil top of a cat on its eraser. Back in middle and elementary school, she would usually lose a pencil everyday. She found herself constantly asking her piers for pencils she could borrow, but this time, she was determined to not lose this one, mainly because she liked the kitty at the top!
The paper finally came to her, and she wrote her name on the box indicating the desk she was sitting at as neatly as she could. She looked at the small printing, decided that looked good enough, and turned around to pass it to the person behind her.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 10:28 am
ɱɩɜɜ αɜɦɱσяε- - -☮
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The piece of paper was finally returned up at her desk, with a few empty squares, people might be ill, or simply ditching. Yet it was a few weeks into school, surely truanting wouldn't start so quickly - not until all the classes were final. Her brows folded on her face and she was a little cross. "Right, I'm rather content with this sheet, and frankly I don't give a toss where you sit, but annoy me or disturb my class and you'll be moved."she said in the most informal manner, "Another thing, if you do not wish to be in my class, you know where the door is, it might be my job to teach yous, but I'm only going to teach those who want to be taught." she said seriously, the one thing she hated was time wasters. She look up at the class, "No I assume you all know the l', le and la rule, the alphabet at how to count to ten, and possibly say some colours?" in hopes someone would speak up, she needed to get the grounds in the class and see where she needed to start.
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