Post by Sparky Cobalt on Aug 2, 2009 20:09:43 GMT -5
The scraping, echoing sound of shuffled feet preceded a messy looking Sparky down the hall, along with some muttering as he drew closer to his new classroom. Really, it had been a last second thing that he'd even gotten this job. Something about a tuition that hadn't been paid in four years, and he didn't exactly have money, or anything. He didn't even have enough for fancy back-to-school clothes. All he could really afford were some second-hand, unassuming, clean black robes. He supposed they fit his role. He was supposed to be a teacher at a wizarding school, after all. It'd be weird if he wore like, Ambercrumble and Finch, or something. On the other hand, he'd feel weird wearing fancy Talon-style robes, too.
He sighed as he looked down at his papers and shuffled into his classroom, propping his door open absent-mindedly. His lesson-plan was spotty at best, but he supposed anything would be better than the last Muggle Studies teacher. He'd been an awesome teacher, but three classes in as many years? That ws a little too awesome. Sparky had some hard work in store for him if he wanted his students to pass the NEWTs and OWLs and TEAGANs (Terribly Easy And Groovy Assessment Nipple).
He was extremely nervous.
So nervous, in fact, that he'd forgotten to set up his classroom.
"Shit!"
Hurriedly, working with magic as he scurried around the room, he set up a few tables, summoned a few mismatched school chairs ('muggle style' he supposed?), and stuck some random posters from his pile in the back of the class onto the walls to, as they say, spice things up.
The four posters, in order, were:
1. A casually dressed muggle with headphones on;
2. A large diagram of a lightbulb;
3. A 'Nirvana' poster;
4. A 'Truth About Tobacco' poster.
Sweating a little now at the panic and the bustle, Sparky finally settled into his desk at the front of the room. His chair was mildly comfy, he guessed. It could use some more cushions. He was afraid to ask for a better one, though. No need to be greedy, right? He felt like he was forgetting something, though.
"Oh, of course."
With a flick of his wand, in the center of the classroom appeared a plain-old projector on wheels, complete with the semi-weak beige-ish light and a clear sheet of plastic and some markers.
With a heavy sigh, he waited for his students to show up.
Class would be starting in ten minutes. A glance at his papers, and he readied himself.
So goddamn nervous.
He sighed as he looked down at his papers and shuffled into his classroom, propping his door open absent-mindedly. His lesson-plan was spotty at best, but he supposed anything would be better than the last Muggle Studies teacher. He'd been an awesome teacher, but three classes in as many years? That ws a little too awesome. Sparky had some hard work in store for him if he wanted his students to pass the NEWTs and OWLs and TEAGANs (Terribly Easy And Groovy Assessment Nipple).
He was extremely nervous.
So nervous, in fact, that he'd forgotten to set up his classroom.
"Shit!"
Hurriedly, working with magic as he scurried around the room, he set up a few tables, summoned a few mismatched school chairs ('muggle style' he supposed?), and stuck some random posters from his pile in the back of the class onto the walls to, as they say, spice things up.
The four posters, in order, were:
1. A casually dressed muggle with headphones on;
2. A large diagram of a lightbulb;
3. A 'Nirvana' poster;
4. A 'Truth About Tobacco' poster.
Sweating a little now at the panic and the bustle, Sparky finally settled into his desk at the front of the room. His chair was mildly comfy, he guessed. It could use some more cushions. He was afraid to ask for a better one, though. No need to be greedy, right? He felt like he was forgetting something, though.
"Oh, of course."
With a flick of his wand, in the center of the classroom appeared a plain-old projector on wheels, complete with the semi-weak beige-ish light and a clear sheet of plastic and some markers.
With a heavy sigh, he waited for his students to show up.
Class would be starting in ten minutes. A glance at his papers, and he readied himself.
So goddamn nervous.