Post by Mr Robert Weatherly on Feb 14, 2010 3:27:11 GMT
Robert was sitting at his desk, his feet propped up on the edge, his hands folded on his chest. But he was far from relaxing. His eyes scanned each and every student that walked throught the door, and took a mental note of where they sat. Soon, he would be rearranging their desks. He could feel it.
Above his head, on the blackboard, was written in his large, block letters: 'HISTORY' and close below it 'MR WEATHERLY'. He watched the students trickle in, his face expressionless, as it usually was. Then, as the bell rang, he stood, walking to the open door and closing it with a flick of the wrist, not allowing any more students in. They would soon learn their lesson about being late to his class. Oh yes, they would indeed.
"I-" He pronounced, standing before them with an air about him. "Am Mister Robert Weatherly."
And as he said these words, he scanned their faces, deciding who he would dislike, and who he would dislike even more than that.
"You will listen to me and you will listen good. Understood? I tolerate no talking whatsoever. Only if you are answering one of my questions may you talk. Or if I happen to be in a good mood. Otherwise, there will be none. Your hands will be raised when you want to speak, and permission granted before doing so. I dont like you as much as you dont like me, child. So youll learn to grow a back bone and get over the fact that youre stuck with me. Yes, my class is boring. And no, Im not going to do some fancy things to make it seem any more interesting. I know some of the other teachers like you to introduce yourselves." He looked around the room. "I -personally- dont care. I know enough about you right now as Ill need to know the entire time youre here. Now get out a notebook and listen up."
Above his head, on the blackboard, was written in his large, block letters: 'HISTORY' and close below it 'MR WEATHERLY'. He watched the students trickle in, his face expressionless, as it usually was. Then, as the bell rang, he stood, walking to the open door and closing it with a flick of the wrist, not allowing any more students in. They would soon learn their lesson about being late to his class. Oh yes, they would indeed.
"I-" He pronounced, standing before them with an air about him. "Am Mister Robert Weatherly."
And as he said these words, he scanned their faces, deciding who he would dislike, and who he would dislike even more than that.
"You will listen to me and you will listen good. Understood? I tolerate no talking whatsoever. Only if you are answering one of my questions may you talk. Or if I happen to be in a good mood. Otherwise, there will be none. Your hands will be raised when you want to speak, and permission granted before doing so. I dont like you as much as you dont like me, child. So youll learn to grow a back bone and get over the fact that youre stuck with me. Yes, my class is boring. And no, Im not going to do some fancy things to make it seem any more interesting. I know some of the other teachers like you to introduce yourselves." He looked around the room. "I -personally- dont care. I know enough about you right now as Ill need to know the entire time youre here. Now get out a notebook and listen up."