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Post by BlueSails on Dec 27, 2005 22:53:48 GMT 8
Mrs. Yachtke decided not to be too strict that morning--after all, it was only the first day of school and the students were probably restless. She gave Kathy a warning look and continued on, starting to talk about what they were going to do for that semester.
Jess nodded at Kathy to say yes, trying not to call attention to herself. It wouldn't help to misbehave to a teacher that looked nice. Mr. Schwartz was different, since he had been looking at the board the whole time anyway.
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Post by kandie on Dec 27, 2005 23:13:34 GMT 8
Mrs. Yachtke huh? Bea heard from some gossip that she was a pretty cool teacher and it was easy acing her class. But when Bea first saw the female teacher, she thought otherwise. She just took out her notebook and pencil case and started to make some random doodles on the last page.
Julian just continued to stare at the teacher, the boards, the walls, the apple on Mrs Yachtke's desk, anything but the figure of Jess. Julian started to concentrate on writing in his notebook, he needed to make up a new song anyway.
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Post by BlueSails on Dec 27, 2005 23:24:19 GMT 8
"...And so first, we'll be doing a quickwrite." Noticing the blank stares of the students, Mrs. Yachtke laughed a bit. "Don't worry, it's not hard. I'm going to flash a poem on the overhead projector, and you all have to write, as fast as you possibly can, for 2 to 3 minutes, all that comes to your mind when you read the piece I give you."
She turned to the overhead projector in the middle of the room and slid a new sheet of acetate on it, smiling at the poem she had chosen to flash on the screen.
The Eagle
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
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Post by landlordlll on Dec 28, 2005 11:11:55 GMT 8
Kathy wrote down what came to her mind first. She wrote gladly:
The eagles way of life has been seen through a poem. The eagle's perspective thinking of what he sees and does. The eagle must have been soaring over mountains, lakes and other landscapes. He has been searching for something and finally he finds it.
Kathy wasnt naturally sure if it was right but she said thinking, "There are no wrong or right answers" She took her paper by both hands and lay it down again on her table.
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Post by kandie on Dec 28, 2005 11:26:25 GMT 8
Ok, so maybe Mrs. Yachtke is pretty cool. She started to write down what came first to mind, after doing so she continued to doodle.
Julian had a good 5 minutes before what the teacher said sunk in completely in his mind. So he did what Mrs. Yachtke told him to do and went back to his progressing song.
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Post by BlueSails on Dec 28, 2005 14:21:26 GMT 8
"There are no wrong answers, class," she said, walking up and down among the classrom desks. "One minute left."
Jess's hand started to ache from how fast she was writing. She hated having deadlines, especially in school seatworks, but she found that the Eagle poem was quite easy to comment on.
For some reason, reading this poem made me think of teenagers, and independence. 'Clasps the crag with crooked hands'--this line signifies the importance of home, family and security for us teens. We hold on to security, and when everything is in place for us, we are 'Close to the sun' and 'Ringed with the azure world'---we are happy, and the world is easier to perceive with someone or something to guide us.
'The wrinkled sea' beneath us is the outside world, with its faults and its reality. We watch from the safeness of our home, in the guidance of our parents, and then when it's time to grow up and move on we 'fall' into the 'sea', joining the adult world at last.
She finished, put down her pen, and sat back in her seat with a big sigh like she always did.
OOC: *stares at what she wrote* Wow, I should have written that when we had an analyzing test on that poem in Literature class. lol.
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Post by kandie on Dec 28, 2005 14:28:01 GMT 8
ooc: WOAH! O.O howd u cme up with that?? Isa's smart! lol
"Pens and pencils down class. Good work. Next we will..." Mrs. Yachtke said as she walked around the classroom with a knowing expression
Julian sighed and before he knew what he was doing Jess was right before his eyes. After a while he realized what he was doing and shook his head, tightening his eyes and opening them again.
Seeing Julian shake his head in a bothered manner Bea glanced at his brother. She looked at the teacher seeing that she was obviously preoccupied in explaining a couple of topics to the class Bea tapped her brother's arm. "What's wrong?"
Julian slightly jumped when he felt a tap on his arm, looking to his side he replied to her question "Nothing to worry bout, I'm fine."
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Post by BlueSails on Dec 28, 2005 14:36:30 GMT 8
She heard Julian and Bea whispering and shot them a look that said, 'You're acting strange', hoping that Mrs. Yachtke wouldn't see them 'communicating'. Being the perfectionist she was, Jessie started erasing the tiny erasures she had made in her paragraph.
"Turn in your papers, class."
Jess waited for the people in the back to pass their papers up the row to her, then gave the pile to Mrs. Yachtke with a good-girl smile. Okay, it was annoyingly teacher's-pet-ish, but that helped, most of the time. Besides, she seemed nice.
She sat back and took notes on the Course Outline Mrs. Yachtke was writing on the board, copying like a robot while thinking of entirely different things... like the boy sitting just a few seats away and--she smacked herself on the forehead and grinned weakly at Kathy. "I got a mosquito on my head."
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Post by kandie on Dec 28, 2005 15:11:14 GMT 8
Bea past her papers up to the front of the class and so did Julian. Before she was able to doodle again Mrs. Yachtke had told them to copy down the course outline, and being the teacher's pet in the inside she copied the notes.
Seeing that Bea was copying what was on the bored he decided to continue with the song. After all, since both he and Bea live in the same place he could ask her about the notes.
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Post by BlueSails on Dec 28, 2005 15:15:15 GMT 8
OOC: lol bored huh? let's wait for Nishi to reply
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Post by kandie on Dec 28, 2005 15:34:33 GMT 8
ooc: gyahahaha HOKAI!.......................AEGIS! *laughs maniaclly* LMAO! sori hehe, just hadta put that. XP.
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Post by landlordlll on Dec 28, 2005 17:15:50 GMT 8
Kathy felt stupid on what she wrote. She handed her papers in, trying to find out if it was good enough. kathy then carried a "I am doomed" gesture on her face until she turned her back on the teacher, just to talk to Jess and Bea.
"I have absolutely have no grammar and complex word skills in mind" She said slouching with pain hammering on her head, "I feel my life has ended with one poem" Kathy slouched below her table and sank into the dephths of the floor.
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Post by kandie on Dec 28, 2005 17:19:39 GMT 8
ooc: uhhh...nishi I think u shud edit the last part. I dun rili get it.
"It's alright," Bea said reassuring her friend "I don't think I did so hot either. Now Jess, on the other hand..." she started as she gave her friend a smirk and faced her "I saw you writing down so fast I thought you were gonna burn the paper with all the friction you were probably piling on it."
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Post by landlordlll on Dec 29, 2005 10:22:49 GMT 8
Kathy now knew that Jess was very very intelligent. She wrote down all her thoughts expressing it freely onto the paper.Kathy placed her head on top of the table thinking about what are they going to do next. Her arms cuddle surrounding the head and she turned her head to the side. Thinking about numerous things.
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Post by BlueSails on Dec 29, 2005 13:50:41 GMT 8
Jess blushed and laughed it off. "Well, inspiration, it comes and it goes. On bad days I sit staring at the paper, terrified of how blank and big and... WHITE it is." Checking to see if Mrs. Yachtke had caught them talking, she scuffed the classroom floor with her shoe, bored out of her mind. "Isn't it time for class to be--"
"Dismissed!" Mrs. Yachtke called out cheerfully. "Class dismissed! I'll read your papers overnight and give them back to you tomorrow, with corrections if any. Then I'll call people to read theirs out."
Jess drew her hand across her neck, making the "I am SOOO dead" sign that all kids knew.
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