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 Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 7:57 pm
Beautiful, Brainy, Babe-in-every-way, however fourty-five....I Saw Someone In the Mirror: 
You Want My Name? Tenarius Maria Gekko
But Since I'm Your Teacher, Call Me: Ms. Gekko, though I prefer Lady Gekko
Oh No, You Want My Real Years? Ah well, I'm fourty-five (and still got it, baby!)
You Don't Look to be Blind: I'm Female, genius. (Can't you see my jugs?)
I Like: Yound boys ♥ (yeah I'm aware of my cougar habits--don't judge me!)
Class? I teach Chemistry in the Class A Department, children~
Well Since You Asked, I have no kids (and I don't particularly plan to have any, either), my mother was a b*tch that never gave a dam* about me and my alcoholic father so I ran away to live my boyfriend when I was only sixteen and after I got my GPD I went off to college to study chemistry in hopes of maybe teaching it at a prestigious academy one day. It just so happened that on the day that my boyfriend called to break it off from me, I got a call from Sakura Academy saying they needed a chemistry teacher, so that's how I ended up here. End of sob story, blah, blah, blah.
I Love: Cute boys and a good aged whiskey~
I Hate: Little Cheerleader 3!#@s;--you know the type.
Who Said I was Human? *sigh*, okay, okay so I'm an Alcoholic, whatever I bet you're no better off, either.....and still kicking it, baby!
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 9:04 pm
When you listen to the beautiful melody a choir casts,I Saw Someone In The Mirror: 
You Want My Name? Charlie Takanorai
But Since I'm Your Teacher, You Can Call Me: Mr. Takanorai (or Mr. T, whatever I don't care)
My Years? Twenty-three
You Don't Look to be Blind: I'm Male
I Like: Young Girls and Boys (Yes, I do roll that way some times.)
Class? I teach the Concert Choir, the advanced choir, and the show choir at different times of the day. (PS, you have to try out for the upper two, thank you~)
About Me (My Past Basically)? I was raised with my parents alongside my cute little brother when my mother went into a coma after our father left her for another man. Her weak physique just couldn't handle the shock. She eventually came back to us on my eighteenth birthday, after eight years of sleeping in a hospital. I still wonder what her dream was like in that coma; I always assumed it was happy because she never spoke of our father ever again and we lived quite peacefully together during my college days. Now I finally got my dream job teaching choir here at Sakura Academy and I don't plan on leaving it anytime soon. Mom seemed to find it so wonderful, that she sent my baby brother here along with me, but as a student because he's still young yet. I hope he doesn't plan on taking my choir class because, however I do love him oh-so-very-much, he can't sing for sh!t.
I Love: When my choir's happy and bursting with lively, beautiful music as I play the accompaniment for them during rehearsal. And when the concert's turn out nicely–that's always a joyous moment of accomplishment for me~
I Hate: People who say "I can't". I don't want to hear your complaints, soory.
What Makes Me Human: I tend to rage out on students when they refuse to try hard enough to meet my standards in singing, which are really any sane choir teacher's standards, you know? I also snap quite often when the choir can't seem to get along, resulting in me having to 'babysit' the class which a teacher should never have to resign to. I apologize to the girl I threw the piano lock at last year, i really am sorry but then again, you really did deserve it.you can't help but to drift off to your perfect get away ♥
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