Time away from the kiddies
Who: Jean-Paul Beabeaur, tag Recon When: August 2007 Where: Xaviers, the study What: Grading papers Rating: PG-13
Jean Paul groaned as he went through the current essay in the pile. Honestly, Americans only had ONE language to learn growing up and they couldn't even manage that. Some of these essays just mangled the language. Then there was the handwriting. Ok, he wasn't dealing with that on the majority of these essays since most students used computers, but he did have to deal with it for any in class work. He marked out another there/their/they're issue in red and was determined to do a quick section on grammer. He would just keep making them studying it until they could actually pass a test on the matter. Maybe that would clean up these papers a bit.
He glanced over to the other stack on the desk and shuddered. That was his French classes' papers. What some of the students did to his favorite language was criminal. Not for the first time, he wondered exactly what he was doing here. Teaching? Him? Northstar shook his head. He always thought like this when grading papers but he knew, the minute he got back into the classroom, he would remember. It was the kids, even with bad accents, mangled verbs, and a complete slaughter of both English and French languages. Some of them didn't really care, but others did want to learn. Some wanted it even as they pretended they didn't. So he continued on. Because Jean Paul for all that he was an arrogant, pretentious and severe Canadian, he was also was a closet optimist. He would be able to teach them something, even if it wasn't exactly the subject he was teaching.
Ah well, enough feeling sorry for himself. He picked up his cup of hot chocolate and went back to work. He let his eyes close for a moment as he took a sip. One of his little pleasures. Sometimes they were all you had, and just enough to keep you going. He looked at the next paper and revised his thoughts. Ok, so not all of the kids were that bad. In fact if he was honest with himself, then most of them were decent. It was just that the bad ones really weighed you down sometimes.