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 Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 11:28 am
This class is for those students who would like to learn about the culinary arts of cooking, baking, and any other form of it.
There are many ovens, sinks, pots, pans, and baking ingredients within this class, which is taught by Miss Yamato.
If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to confront the teacher.
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2012 9:58 am
|| Rosalynn Willows ||  The young girl knocks on the door lightly before entering, a slight blush on her face. She is afraid of how many people will look at her when she opens the door but to her relief, there was no one in the room. She walks over to one of the stoves and puts her heavy bag down on the counter to the right of it. I wonder if I'll get to eat... or use strawberries in this class.... She smiles at this thought and a light sigh escapes her mouth. She pulls an old, often read book out of her bag and begins to read, waiting for someone to show up, that smile still on her face.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 9:21 am
|| Rosalynn Willows|| [[Shall we play a game of riddles?
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It hides behind stars and under hills, and any empty hole it fills. It comes first and follows after, ends life and kills laughter.
What is it?]] Rosalynn sighs then looks at the clock and just as she does, the bell rings. She sighs again and marks her book then slides it back into her bag.How disappointing. I thought for sure that at least one other person would show up. Ah well... Music room next I suppose... She thought. She glances at the clock one last time then grabs her bag, slinging it over her shoulder. Her steps echo through the room as she walks slowly toward the door and she shuts the door carefully behind her and starts heading down the hall.
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 4:17 pm
𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖄. "Don't ask me what happened to my eye...."   "...you really don't want to know the story..." ✥╔══════════════════════════╗✥ Night opens the door before peering inside, seeing that no one was inside the room. He had at least expected to see a teacher or one student if not more. he steps inside and closes the door behind him, setting his bag down at a station before looking through everything they had in the room. He wanted to try making something, hadn't made anything for two years straight. Even so, he knew it was something that hadn't gone away, he still enjoyed it, regardless of how many times he refuses to admit it now. He remembers telling his fathe it was something he liked when he was naiive and stupid, that he was grown now, that he knew better now so it was something he no longer nejoyed doing. He hated to lie to his dad, but it was something that he just wasn't ready for at the time.
Night sits down in a chair before pulling out his ipod and headphones, turning on his music before resting his head down on his arms and going it sleep. He didn't know the rules of the school so he didn't want to take the chance of trying to make something when he wasn't supposed to touch anything until the teacher showed up. ✥ ╚═════════════════════════╝✥ "...or hear the pain in my voice when I tell it." ❆❂❆ {Location: Culinary Class} {Thoughts: '...'} {Mood: Tired} →→✚←← {{Ooc: }} ❆❂❆ His Theme  xxxxxx xxxxxx xxxxxx  xx Motherxx Father
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 5:53 pm
 Miss Mishina Yamato
~Culinary Arts Professor~
Having rushed down the hallway, Mishina barged into the classroom rather ungracefully, her arms full of miscellaneous cookbooks she had bought before she had become a teacher, but had really never used. In all honesty, the only reason she was the culinary arts teacher was because that was the only position left in the school.
But she decided to take up the job anyway. Besides, how hard could cooking really be? Apparently more difficult than she imagined.
"Sorry I'm la-" she started as she stumbled to her desk positioned at the front of the class, only to see but a single student in the classroom. And on top of that, he was asleep. Well she certainly couldn't have that, not during her first year as a teacher.
Feigning a stern attitude, she waltzed over to the student and clapped her hands together.
"Up! Up! We're learning today!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 6:10 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 6:28 pm
Miss Mishina Yamato
~Culinary Arts Professor~
Mishina raised an eyebrow as he let what seemed to be a whimper, flinching as she spotted tears. Her false front of being strict quickly faltered, and her voice cracked as she tried to upkeep the image of a teacher, failing miserably.
"W-wait, no, y-you're not supposed to-!" she struggled through her own words. Well, thankfully she wasn't an English teacher. She certainly hadn't anticipated such a reaction. Rather, she expected him to be mad at her. Thus, he had caught her completely off-guard.
"A-are you alright?" Mishina managed, offering him a hand.
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 6:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 6:46 pm
Miss Mishina Yamato
~Culinary Arts Professor~
Mishina helped him up with a light sigh of relief. No blood, no problem.
"It's quite alright.." she said with a chuckle, before suddenly realizing her surrounding again. "No, wait! It's not!" she exclaimed with more shock than anger. Clearing her throat as she placed her hands on her hips in a stern fashion, Mashina continued. "Ahem, from now on, there shall be no sleeping during classtime!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 6:56 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 7:13 pm
Miss Mishina Yamato
~Culinary Arts Professor~
Her cheeks transitioned into a light shade of scarlet red at the scene. Mishina had hoped he didn't notice that, given that he was asleep. But, of course, he did. Well, her luck had never been much in her favor anyway. She looked back at her student with pursed lips and half-lidded eyes, both in slight annoyance and the sense of a challenge.
"Hmm.. Well, mister, let's put that wit of yours to the test then, shall we?" she asked, not that he really had much of a choice, after all. Mishina did feel a sense of power, him being the student while she, the teacher. She cleared her throat again. "What is a mixture of equal parts fat and flour, generally used in the making of sauces and soups?" she cooed in amusement, crossing her arms over her chest.
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 7:26 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 7:37 pm
Miss Mishina Yamato
~Culinary Arts Professor~
Mishina hummed skeptically in thought for a moment before admitting defeat.
"I guess.." All in all, she probably wasn't meant to be a teacher. She was obviously unable to correctly instruct students or really teach anyone how to do anything, hardly knowing anything herself.
With a sigh, Mishina decided to introduce herself. "Alright, well my name is Miss Mishina Yamato, but you'll just have to call me Miss Yamato." The girl pushed a polite yet tired smile onto her lips in the presence of her student.
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