Monday 9/24/07 Who: Jin-Sang and his swim class When: Class time! Where: The pool What: Jin-Sang goes through the usual first day of class. W/N: You're more than welcome to reply, but this is more like the first ten minutes of class in which he is going to talk to the students, take roll, and begin to pass out swimsuits. After that the students are allowed to go try the suits on. If you'd like, you can make your own threads with other students in this log. Just remember, no girls in the boys locker room and no boys in the girls one!
To say the new teacher wasn't a little nervous would not have been a lie. Jin-Sang felt totally at ease in front of people due to his life on the stage. He didn't get performance anxiety or scared because people were watching him, judging him. Part of him figured half of the class would judge him merely on his age. From the looks of it, people expected the swim teacher to be some old guy. JC was far from old, being at the good age of 22. He was well built and well trained from all of those years of dance, acting, and swimming. So when he sat on the aluminum bleachers waiting for his students to make their way down to class, he looked like another student himself. A few of the kids even sat and started talking to him, musing that the teacher wasn't even there yet. "How rude," he agreed.
Then the final bell rang and he waited a minute for the last trickle of swimmers to come through the double doors at the far end of the pool. When they took their seats and everyone was talking, he leaned back and picked up a clip board case that had papers inside. It was waterproof and perfect for this little job of his. The students who had been talking to him had rather shocked looks on their faces. Jin-Sang only smiled and excused himself while going to stand in front of his new students. The water of the pool reflected up on his back and the ceiling as he took his place. It was not grand and brilliant, but he thought he would surely enjoy himself teaching something he loved.
"Hi, everyone!" he said with a smile and a brief wave. "I'm Jin-Sang Connor, your swimming instructor." A small murmur, but mostly silence. The coach wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not, but he pressed on without worry.
"You can call me Jin-Sang, Jin, JC, or Connor. I don't care, so long as I know it's me. If you're more comfortable with 'Mister Connor,' that's fine. I have no problem with working on friendly terms since I'm sure I'm not much older than most of you." Not to mention younger in some cases. "Just as long as you know that I'm your teacher and in charge, we'll be fine."
He was the one with the whistle, after all. It was plastic and orange, for now, and sitting inside his clipboard.
"So, here's what we're gonna do. I'm going to take roll and then pass out the syllabus. Because I want to make sure you all have time to get the right swimsuit, we'll go over the syllabus on Wednesday instead of today." With another flash of a rather charismatic smile he took a pencil out of his pocket and began to call off the names of his students. A few of them he recognized from the journals, but for the most part they were all new faces that he commit to memory. When he was done he put his clipboard under his arm and went to go get the uniforms that were just stowed away under the bleachers.
"Since the suits came in bags sorted by size, I'm going to ask all of you ladies and gents who think you're an extra small to come up. . ."
Within ten minutes all sizes were called and Jin-Sang watched the last of his students head on down to one end of the pool or the other. Boys were to his left, girls were to his right. He liked that they were at opposite ends of the pool, it made it easy to keep track of who was where. Rules couldn't be broken as easily. Or so he hoped. He really hoped. Jin-Sang did not want to be that mean teacher who scolded everyone for every little thing. After watching the students go, he sat himself down on the bleachers and just waited for them to come back. If at least one person didn't begin to trickle back in about ten or fifteen minutes he'd go check and make sure all was well. It couldn't be that hard to try on a swimsuit to make sure it fit.