My Teacher Is A Vampire (oldernhelooks) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2014-04-30 18:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ashton hartley, character: bert mccoll, location: class - literature |
Thread: Day One
Who: Bert McColl and Open to All
Where: Literature classroom
When: Monday afternoon (backdated)
NPCs: his class, students
According to the clock on the wall, Bert (Mr.McColl to his students) had about two minutes left with his class before his first Literature lesson ended. He thought it hadn't gone too badly, though it was difficult to tell. He'd started off with an introduction to his class, briefly explaining that their long term substitute had finally been relieved and that he would be the ongoing teacher now. He was greeted by blank stares and confused and incredulous looks, as he hardly looked like a teacher. He'd dressed the part, at least for his first day of class, wearing khakis, a button down shirt and a suit jacket, but he looked to be fifteen years old, at the very oldest. Bert gave a succinct introduction of himself, explaining that he was much older than he looked and why that was so. He did tell them that he was a vampire and that he was sure they were all educated enough to know they had nothing to fear from him, at least not regarding that. He tried to be brief with rules and expectations, then handed out a syllabus for the remainder of the term, explaining that they would be reading and discussing a couple books together, then would have an end of term project to do individually, reading and reporting on a work of literature featuring a supernatural creature of the student's choice, nothing penned more recently than 1900.
He'd been writing on the chalkboard as he spoke, putting up key points for his class. Bert'd had the option to secure a marker board or even a smart board to use in class, but he liked the chalk board. He was more comfortable with that, it was the more traditional choice. Despite how young he looked, he really was old school. His handwriting looked from a different time too, a little flowy, definitely unique, and hopefully legible. As he finished explaining the assignment, Bert set the chalk down and clapped his hands together to get some of the chalk dust off. He moved over toward an old wooden egg crate sitting on his desk which was filled with small hard-bound books.
"I made the man in the bookstore in town very happy when I ordered all theses from him", he told the class as he began to pull then out a few at a time and hand them to the students in the first down to distribute down their rows. "'The Third Policeman'. Not very well-known, but is a classic in it's own right. And it's something more modern, I thought you might enjoy that." To Bert, anyway, an eighty year old book seemed modern. "I want the first chapter read by Wednesday..." As he spoke, Bert retrieved a stack of papers from his desk and started passing them out. "And here are some discussion question for chapter one. I don't want this filled out and returned to me, but I do want you to have thought out answers to all the questions. You won't like it if I find you're unprepared."
The class dismissed, and Bert returned to his desk as chairs scraped the floor and footsteps pounded toward the door. He pulled out the old yet sturdy deskchair and sat, the chair creaking slightly as he relaxed back against it. Seeing most of his class moving out the door, Bert looked down at his desk, trying to clear his mind for a moment before his next task.