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Post by nala on May 17, 2012 14:41:24 GMT -5
Only teaching two grades was both a blessing and a curse. When she was first notified she had gotten the job to teach high schoolers at the Academy, they hadn't really specified what she would be teaching. But a few days later, when a thick tome of information arrived at her doorstep with instructions to flip through and see what she'd be most comfortable teaching, she naturally drifted towards the curriculum for eleventh and twelfth graders. It was natural to want to drift towards what one knew best, which in Nala's case, was Europe during World War II. Sure, she'd have to break out her old texts to get together a few decent lesson plans for the rest of the material, but it was nice to have full reign of what she taught.
At first, only having two grades to teach was, indeed, a blessing. She had a bunch of empty periods that she was supposed to utilize as 'planning periods', which she appreciated at first because teaching full time was a whole other ballpark than just substituting whenever a district needed her. It was niec to have a little bit of time to get her thoughts all together before her next class. But once she got used to it, she found the need for her planning periods dwindling, as she began to get a hand on each of her class' learning rate and adjusted accordingly. Eventually, she began to bring her laptop with her to the school just to get other work done throughout the day -- well, sometimes this meant catching up with old TV shows on Netflix, but most of the time she just answered emails and wrote new ones.
Like right now, she knew it was one of the lunch periods that had a majority of the eleventh graders attend, which also happened to be one of her ever so boring planning periods. This time, she had brought her Kindle along and was rereading the Chronicles of Narnia -- she had gotten the urge to do so after learning about C.S. Lewis' involvement in both World Wars, go figure -- and always kept the door to her classroom open in case someone needed to come see her. Every so often, a few stragglers would wander by and, if they liked her, they'd poke their heads and say hi in passing. They rarely stayed -- lunchtime was probably too precious to waste on a teacher, after all -- but that suited Nala fine, engrossed in her books. However, at a rhythmic knock, she looked up and all she saw was fluffy, curly hair. "Hello, Mr. Yeager,"
[/color] she greeted him pleasantly, though a little on her guard. She never knew if he'd be insufferable or pleasant on any given day. "How may I help you?"[/color] [ i forgot if they were just hanging after class or whatnot? if it's odd for yeager to be hanging around during his lunch, lemme know and i can just edit it. :D ][/justify][/font][/blockquote]
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on May 17, 2012 18:02:15 GMT -5
Yeager grinned as he looked up from the table, a grape in the spoon that he aimed toward his buddy sitting at the table across from him. He flicked it and the fruit catapulted and hit the back of the poor guy’s head. The Earth student turned and narrowed his eyes at Yeager. ”The fuck?” he said, and Yeager just returned to talking to the Water next to him. Unfortunately, this made him oblivious to the container of yogurt hurtling his way until it hit his face. ”Yo, yo,” he said warningly, kicking the container away when it landed on the floor. ”You are so lucky that that was not open.” Heads would roll if his clothes were messed up. He was wearing Versace, and these fools had better recognize. Unfortunately, everyone around him got the hint. His table was filled with Water students, which was clearly bad news. It only took a few more thrown food items for it to be all out war.
He enjoyed his fun, he really did, but he would enjoy it more if he was not wearing designer at this moment in time. His scarf cost more than his buddy’s shirt—they had discussed it, and figured it out—and he’d be damned if he let a pork chop hit it. ”Peace,” he said to the group of students, standing and bringing the plastic bag that held his lunch with him. Lunch had only just begun and it was already out of control. The devil in him was proud that he caused such rowdiness, the fashion icon in him detested the idea of his shirt being smeared in god knows what. He headed down the halls, wondering whether or not he should eat in the bathrooms like a loser when he got a better idea. Now, he didn’t like school because he didn’t like working, but that didn’t mean he hated his teachers. He just liked to cause a bit of trouble for them.
Yeager found the classroom and adjusted his scarf, smirking a bit to himself. Ah, he knew he looked fly any given moment in time. He knocked on the door and greeted the woman with a cheery smile when he entered her classroom. "To hang out with my favorite teacher, of course." He rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. Then he opted for the truth. He did like her, after all, even if he enjoyed messing with her more. "Started a food fight in the mess hall. Had to haul ass out of there." Yeager held a finger up to his lips. "Don't snitch, thanks." He held up the bag in his hand, the lunch he didn’t really have a desire to eat, even though he was capable of consuming iron. ”Mind if I eat in here? Or are ya busy?” As much as he enjoyed messing with her, he also wasn’t rude. His parents taught him better than that, and even though he was sure he let the two down a lot, he was capable of upholding their values.
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Post by nala on May 23, 2012 10:29:40 GMT -5
As much as Nala wanted to say she was surprised at the reason why Yeager decided to take refuge in her classroom, she really couldn't muster up the strength to pretend at such a magnitude. It also explained why a girl ran past her classroom door, then, furiously dabbing at her skirt with what looked to be a dampened paper towel, clearly a victim in the aforementioned food fight. She merely shook her head and waved him into the classroom, taking a look at him as he walked in. She wasn't going to tell -- whatever shenanigans the students got up to was actually more amusing to the staff than they probably realized, but part of her did feel like if one started some shit, they should probably take responsibility for said shit, if they got caught. Still, if she was honest, if she had been wearing expensive brand name stuff like he apparently was -- she could spot the Versace logo from miles away -- she probably wouldn't want to stick around, either. "No, just one of my built in breaks, so go ahead,"
[/color] Nala replied, gesturing to the bank of empty desks in front of her. She debated for a few seconds on whether to put her Kindle to sleep or not, not really knowing if he was going to want to chat or just eat, so she opted to leaving it on but putting it down on top of her desk. "So what spurred the food fight? Did a Fire look like they just needed to eat?"[/color] Nala asked, leaning back in her seat a little. Part of her recognized that she probably shouldn't be actively talking about this stuff with her students -- she had a professional image to maintain and all -- but honestly, sometimes Fire students just needed a good pie in the face or something. She remembered how high school was -- tossing together kids with breathtaking hormonal change issues was always going to be tough, and her years were definitely not easy, but it was, perhaps, the one and only thing she could relate with her students these days. Growing up could be fun -- it just depended on the people you spend it with, but how can it be fun when you walk into a school where you know half the population automatically detests you due to alliances? Still, as a Water element, Yeager must be basking in the glory of a prank well achieved. "And keeping me company, just so you know, doesn't count as extra credit,"[/color] she joked lightly. [/justify][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on May 23, 2012 14:49:56 GMT -5
Yeager tilted his head back. "Ah, built in breaks," he said. "If only I had the liberty." Right, as if he didn't already take as many breaks as possible with his mixture of procrastination and pro 'the fucks I don't give' ideology. He was at least pretty good at work. Only got into a few arguments with his boss, which was amazing. The Water boy didn't have as intense as a temper, but he could still get pissed. He laughed, rocking back in a chair the way that his teachers used to freak out about in grade school. He got a taste of why whenever the legs slipped and it felt like he was doing a back flip into the grand canyon. "It was the grape that was heard around the world, Thomas," he said. "Wasn't my intention to to start a war, honest. And then a container of yogurt was thrown, and shit just got real." If a few people were doing it, that meant everyone else felt they could join in, as well. "Not even a fire student, ma'am. No siree. I'm on my best behavior." He gave his best charming facade as he stabbed at a lettuce leaf with his fork. Nala, of course, knew him better. Knew all the Water students better. The Fires were like their prey, they enjoyed messing around with the other element. It was their specialty.
He rolled his eyes when she told him that keeping her company was not extra credit. His plans, foiled again! She saw through him, clearly. His eyes danced with amusement. "But don't you know, I just want to bask in the glory of your beauty," he said, touching a hand to his chest. He shook his head. "Like Shakespeare said, 'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate, rough winds do shake the darling buds of May...and so on.'" He would rather not say how he knew at least part of that poem, it was a part of his past that did not to be dug up by a teacher. Quite embarrassing, that would end up being. Not that he was a modest person, to boot. "I think he's saying you're beautiful now, but you're gonna get ugly. So give me some time to come up with a better sonnet..." As if he knew many more. He couldn't say he was the most intelligent person. All the adult figures in his life said he had potential--which he never understood, considering he never made effort to show any. "Hey, can I get extra credit for knowing Shakespeare? Because he was a dude in history..." He took his hand off the fork to gesture with it, holding his arm wide as if accepting her praise that she had yet to give.
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Post by nala on Jun 7, 2012 16:12:48 GMT -5
It took a lot of effort to keep a straight face around Yeager, Nala had to admit. She was pretty sure it was just not in the least professional to actually enjoy a student's company, and Yeager was, if nothing else, a riot to be around. But she also knew him better than that, and figured out that Yeager wasn't all jokes and witty sarcasm all the time. Most of the time, sure, but definitely not all of it. "You probably should have known that was the response you'd get, though, honestly,"
[/color] she lightly scolded, though she didn't really mean it. Having food fights vicariously through her students was the closest thing she could get to having any sort of real fun while she was on the job. She'd just give him the benefit of the doubt and think that the Fire student probably deserved it, though she'd never dare say anything like that out loud. Nala flashed him a pretty smile as he went on about sonnet 18, simultaneously amused and impressed. "It would have counted but unfortunately, Shakespeare had much more gentlemanly intentions for that sonnet,"[/color] Nala informed him, laughing a little. "He's saying that her beauty and what he loves about her will transcend all time because he wrote it down in a sonnet, on paper, and words last far, far longer than her earthly body. Not that she's going to get ugly and he needs more time to write a better sonnet,"[/color] Nala paused. "Or he. Shakespeare swung both ways, apparently."[/color] Something that mystified all literature nuts, for sure. It was amazing how big a deal a dead guy's sexuality was. Still, she was pleased with Yeager's, albeit limited, knowledge of the sonnet, which was probably more than she could say for half the students she taught. And the fact that he could recite the beginning! That was probably the most impressive part. Nala didn't think the students could recite anything other than their significant other's phone number or the number for pizza delivery. (And well...she was guilty of at least having the pizza place memorized. Oops.) "How do you know Shakespeare, anyway?"[/color] Nala asked. It wasn't her business, but she was actually really curious -- she was pretty sure the curriculum at the school taught Shakespeare in tenth grade, so that was a full year without it, and to have something memorized for that long? Probably was important. But, if Yeager didn't want to tell her, that suited her okay. She'd probably be crossing that weird, flimsy line between student and teacher anyway. It's a miracle she hasn't gotten in trouble yet. "Well, either way, how about I give you extra credit for effort? It was certainly a valiant try. Next thing I know you'll be quoting Petrarch or Wilde,"[/color] Nala joked. [/justify][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Jun 9, 2012 12:56:13 GMT -5
If Yeager was being honest, he would have admitted that maybe a food fight had been in the back of his mind. He was Elliot Yeager, what did one expect from him? Best behavior all the time? He could have scoffed. That was definitely not his deal. As Nala smiled and explained the truth behind the sonnet, he gave a crooked little smile. He didn't have an opinion on Shakespeare, because he kind of didn't really care about literature and anything that had to do with school. "Then he was superficial! That's it, we should not learn about him in school anymore, he teaches poor values." He pointed his fork at Nala, his face very serious n that Yeager way which meant that he was not serious at all. Any way to get something out of the school system, Yeager was for it. "Haha, you mean he batted for both teams? But I heard that he didn't even exist. He was just a bunch of people who collaborated together." He didn't know what to make of that because he wasn't good at history either, but he figured it was because no one else had really written about him, spoke about him. Or he didn't know. Whatever. It was interesting enough to know that the man was bi.
She questioned how he knew Shakespeare, and he mocked offense, holding a hand against his chest. It was quite the feminine gesture. "Thomas, are you doubting my intelligence? Do you not think I'd read in my spare time? Honestly, you must think I'm some kind of degenerate who sits on the porch spitting tobacco and drinking moonshine." Any way to deter the teacher from the truth of where his knowledge came from, but at least he didn't think he'd blush in telling it. He wasn't the blushing sort of person. Modesty had been lost far too long ago for it to affect him now. He tilted his head at her words, asking when she finished, "...Who?" As if that didn't make it quite obvious that he never read on his own and he was a straight up liar. "Do you mean like, the Oscar guy? He wrote about some Earnest shit." He'd been forced to read an excerpt of it last year, and he didn't quite understand what had been going on there. And his teacher was not fond of explaining, so he'd been in the dark.
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Post by nala on Jun 20, 2012 9:03:16 GMT -5
Nala blinked in mock innocence, tilting her head to the side. "Wait, you mean you aren't a degenerate who sits on the porch spitting tobacco and drinking moonshine?" Nala replied, faking wonder in her voice, like he had just told her the mystery to life and she was completely skeptical. "You totally had me going, then. What else do you do in your spare time, young master? Paint? Write poetry? Learn the fascinating art of flower arranging?"
[/color] Nala pressed, almost losing her cool and just cracking up -- what was this conversation, really -- but she was used to this sort of thing with Yeager that it didn't take that much effort. For all that she knew that he hated school and hated work and hated schoolwork the most, Yeager wasn't really dumb -- just unmotivated. Sadly, she could probably say the same about a lot of her students, but they didn't have half the flair that Yeager conducted himself in, that was for sure. "Superficial, maybe, but Shakespeare did end up forging most of modern day English,"[/color] Nala replied, watching him wave his fork around in the air like it was helping him prove his point. It wasn't, really -- it was just making him look a little ridiculous. She did know that there was more to Yeager than what he liked to portray everyday at school, but it was hard to see underneath the exterior. They all had their defense mechanisms and ways of appearing normal, but she knew more than anyone that everyone has a story, and she couldn't help but wonder what Yeager's was. She wished she could ask without entering some vague, grey border, something that she's pretty uncomfortable with considering her profession, and so she'd just have to deal with it. She liked Yeager, though. Genuinely and everything. And that was already a lot more than she could say for some other people she came across on her day to day life. "Yes, I meant Oscar Wilde. He wrote The Importance of Being Earnest and The Picture of Dorian Gray[/i], though there was a bunch of other things he wrote as well."[/b][/color] She wasn't going to tell him that her favorite collection of his was his fairy tales, meant for adults rather than children, she always assumed, but they were great. "Maybe the Academy should offer a contemporary American literature course or something, where the lot of you can read Twilight or Fify Shades of Grey."[/color] Nala over-dramatized her sigh, depicting her waning belief in humanity -- if those books could make it to be best-sellers and -- god forbid! -- a movie (or even movies), she really wanted nothing to do with the world. Maybe she should save up money and buy an island and live as a recluse from the world's stupidity.[/justify][/color][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Jun 21, 2012 14:39:18 GMT -5
He did not show how amused he was by the teacher's false wonderment at his grasp of the academic world. Instead, he gave her an incredulous look. "As a matter of fact, I just finished my magnum opus in oil paint. I call it 'What I Have To Prove To My History Teacher'. It'll be in a gallery soon." If he cared more, he could totally master something like that, be an artist. Or a writer. Or an overall productive member of society. Right now he was just delivering Chinese, that was it. He was still in high school, after all. "Overrated, I say. If we want to learn more about modern English, we use Tweets for example. That's what the language has come to, after all." Or periodicals. Who read books anymore? Even if people did, it was usually in the form of a Nook or a Kindle. Lucas had one, one that his children were not allowed to touch. They weren't allowed to touch many things, and with good reason. It would end up disappearing, or more likely breaking.
Yeager acquired a pensive expression, as if considering the merits of a man who wrote these books. It was obvious that they did not mean anything to him. He wasn't a big reader. He was more of a doer. At least, that's what he told his English teachers whenever he didn't read the assign books. "Wait, wait. I think I saw that Dorian Grey movie. He had the picture that aged while he stayed young forever, right?" The only thing was he couldn't remember if he had even liked that movie. And he wasn't about to go check out a book. What was he...a book person? He blinked at the mention of Fifty Shades of Grey, a book he couldn't get away from and was actually tempted to read. "My grandmother is reading that," he muttered. "She reads a lot more than me, maybe you should talk to her about Oscar Wilde. But I must warn you, she might try to shank you." Well, the old bat did get along better with other people than her own family. She was just a bitter and insane old woman. Just in his own opinion, but he was sure Lucas would agree.
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Post by nala on Jun 26, 2012 9:23:31 GMT -5
"Oh, I didn't know you were such an accomplished artist, Elliot! Wait -- were you the one responsible for the mural called, 'The Fine Assets of My Geometry Teacher'?" Nala played along. Actually, she was sure that if this was a movie, there would actually be an exhibition dedicated to the trials and tribulations of being Elliot's teacher, but alas, this was the sad, real world, and she was sure Elliot's artistic abilities probably only extended to stick figures in lewd positions. That was pure conjecture on her part, though. She didn't have any proof. ...she didn't think she wanted to see any proof, let alone have it in her possession. "Well, between you and me,"
[/color] Nala started, carefully taking a sip of her coffee, what felt like her 7264th cup of the day -- it was a habit she needed to quit. "If text speak and terrible grammar is what the English language has come to, I'd rather go back in time."[/color] Nala sighed, a little wistfully, at the gradual ruin of the English language. She knew it was all part of the evolution of people, but it was strange how they called it 'evolution' when sooner or later, they'd probably go back to just grunting at each other like cavemen. And hell, cavemen did have a language. They'd be worse than cavemen. They'd be subparmen. Or something like that. Nala had a feeling that Elliot only knew Dorian Grey because of that one movie...what was it... League of Extraordinary Gentlemen or something, that had that really bad actor play the part of Dorian Grey. She couldn't really remember his name, though. "Oh my god your grandmother?"[/color] Nala nearly choked when she heard that the woman was reading '50 Shades of Grey'. It was insane to think that such a book even had a following, let alone a growing book deal and it being called a best-seller. Nala could have her dog roll around on her keyboard and write something better than that crap. "Well...if she's going to want to kill me, I think I can pass on that, then. Maybe you should read more so I can talk to you, instead!"[/color] Nala knew that was kind of pointless, though -- well, if she had even been serious about it to begin with. Truthfully, with the coming of this fancy new digital age, even she was finding it hard to make time to read books, though she loved to read a lot. But there was always something else to do -- someone to catch up with on Facebook, someone to Facetime with on her phone, or someone to call on Skype, or video games to play and beat. "Well...I'll be honest and say that I probably don't read as much as I used to, either."[/color][/justify][/color][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Jun 27, 2012 23:22:48 GMT -5
"From what I know, that one was by Anonymous, and I am not willing to divulge." And if there was any doubt, he wanted to assure her that the one drawing dicks in his notebook were his friends, and not him. Not something he had a particular fixation on, no, even though he was guilty of doing the same thing to others' notebooks. Boys will be boys, and all that. He snorted when she sipped from her coffee. "I'm sure that's how every teacher feels. Meanwhile, my generation can't remember how to spell out 'your'." Thanks to the advent of the iPhone and touchscreens with querty keyboards, there was little of that anymore. Unfortunately, people still felt the need to abbreviate everything. "And it's actually not just teenagers. My parents can't text to save their lives. Well, my mom can. My dads...no." He called her 'mom' to other people out of habit, but he always referred to her by her name. But it was the opposite with his parents, who he spoke to calling them 'dad' but talked to them with other people. Just so they knew that he had two dads.
Nala's reaction to his granny reading that book was pretty funny to him. He poked at a piece of lettuce with his fork. "Her interests span far and wide, you see. And she has a bigger social life than me. And more pot." He looked up at Nala. "I should not be telling you about that. It's medicinal. For arthritis." That's what she claimed she had, but it was obvious that she used it for recreational purposes. She was still young, as far as old people go, and he didn't believe that she actually needed to smoke. Especially not when she crashed his car, and that he was still bitter about. "That is a good proposal in theory, but you see...that requires effort. Now I like to spend my time outdoors, absorbing the sun, frolicking in the water." Yeager frolicking was an amusing image, and unfortunately not very hard to picture whatsoever. He looked masculine, oftentimes behaved the same way, however he did have his spazz moments which left room for doubt of his orientation. Yeager threw up his hand. "It's a lost art, I tell you. But Ms. Thomas, you should go back to school. They force you to read. And you'll blend in just fine, as youthful as you are." He waggled his eyebrows, leaving no room at all for suggestion.
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Post by nala on Aug 14, 2012 11:43:53 GMT -5
"Oh, is that so? That's a shame, I thought it was you for sure. So there's someone else in the school that could have created such a magnificent masterpiece? I'll have to find them, then, and offer my compliments in person." Truthfully, about thirty-five percent of her sort of believed Yeager -- after all graffiti and various urban-styled drawings could most certainly come from many individuals, most of them probably male, but in the piece she was referring to, it just seemed like it had Yeager's hand all over it, but mostly in how the person signed it in the corner. Why anyone would actually sign graffiti, she didn't know, but even though it was just a scrawl, it looked like a 'Y' to her. She, at least, didn't really care all that much about who did what so long as they didn't fall under her authority at any point throughout the day -- it would suck to have to rat out a student for something that she thought was funny. A damn shame, even. "Sometimes I wonder if auto-correct is a blessing or a hindrance,"
[/color] Nala sighed dramatically. She was familiar with the weird spellings parents often used -- after all, she was no stranger to it herself, both her parents having iPhones, though with them it wasn't the spelling that concerned her, it was their abundant usage of emoji that worried her. Surely it was supposed to be the other way around? "Sometimes my mom's texts are just a string of emoticons and it's absolutely baffling to try and figure out what she's saying. It's as if magically, vowels ceased to exist."[/color] Nala finished her coffee, still feeling a little defeated at the thought of people actually reading the atrocity of 50 Shades, but by the sounds of it, Yeager's grandmother was far from normal, so maybe it was okay. Just...a little. At least it's better than reading that one book with the ghost vagina. She couldn't even believe that she could put those two words together and have it be a thing to begin with. As far as she was concerned, if people were just less uptight about the existence of porn and embracing it into their lives, the need for this literature garbage to exist would be completely gone. ...there was no way she could say all of this to Yeager, though. As far as she knew, students were supposed to believe their teachers didn't acknowledge the existence of porn, but hello, they were kids first. Anyway, Nala would just have to forget this conversation even existed -- she probably didn't want to know what Yeager's grandma did in her spare time. "I don't think you can frolick in the water, anyway, you just splash around. Or can you?"[/color] Hell if Nala knew, she was an expert in history, not vocabulary connotation. "And you know, Yeager, I completely plan on going back to school someday...just when I figure out what, exactly, I want to study."[/color] Getting that ph.d was definitely still on her list, but it was hard to shrink down the topics she loved even more -- sometimes, broader was better. "Oh please, Elliot, you don't have to flatter me, I already know I'm youthful."[/color] She emphasized it with a flip of her hair, but laughed in jest. She yawned, then, stretching her arms over her head to glance at the clock; the period was ending soon, and it would be closer to the end of the day. "What do you have next period?"[/color][/justify][/color][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Aug 15, 2012 19:36:02 GMT -5
Yeager clucked his tongue at his teacher, shaking his head. Mister anonymous would rather his secrets be kept safe, wouldn't he? ”I don't know if the artist would appreciate that. You see, art is not about the creator it is about the observer and how the observer interprets said art.” He nodded steadily, the cat-like smile curling at his lips suggesting he had more to do with it than he let on. Of course, Nala already knew that. It was just a matter of keeping himself from getting into any possible trouble. And besides, what he said was true, and for once he wasn't just pulling words out of his ass.
The boy honestly believed that autcorrect was in fact the downfall of the twenty-first century. Espeically when he got a text from a friend, and a string of three texts afterward, apologizing because autocorrect predicted they wanted to write 'gay' instead of 'hey'. ”I don't know, I think parents should just not have phones. My dad doesn't believe in punctuation instead he let's sentences just...happen.” And it took quite a while for Yeager to interpret that his father wanted him to check the stove and make sure the doors were locked before leaving did Gloria get to school okay? He'd prefer his parents just call him.
With a laugh, Yeager took his time before setting his teacher straight. She needed to know what was on the up and up. ”In fact, I can frolic, you have never seen me out in the lake have you?” He frolicked quite gaily, as a matter of fact, something he should not say out loud for risk of people taking it in the modern way and not the Jane Austin way. His eyebrows shot up when the woman claimed that she was going to go back to school. ”What? You know I was kidding about you going back, school sucks. I mean, you're an awesome teacher and all, but holy crap. No. Save yourself.” She got out of the system, why would she want to get back in? She was free. Well, not completely because she was teaching, but she was pretty much off the hook with homework. Now she had to grade homework. He didn't realize that she might actually like being educated, because he didn't.
He leaned back in his seat and grinned. ”Ohohoho, confident too! The whole package.” Of course she was just playing along with him instead of doing what some teachers might and give him a disapproving look. That look never stopped him anyway. Yeager looked at the clock, too, and groaned, dropping his head to the desk. Lifting it back up, he said, ”Algebra. I have to retake it because I failed last year.” He held his thumb upside down and blew a raspberry. It definitely wasn't something he was proud of, especially because his parents didn't even punish him, just gave him those looks.
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Post by nala on Aug 29, 2012 14:59:55 GMT -5
There were only a few things that could honestly really surprise Nala. One of those things were bugs, becuase you just never know when or where those fuckers would fly out at you. Or fall on top of your head. Or just hang out in your hair until you notice. The other things were fire alarms and balloons popping. Needless to say, Elliot was not on that list, so certainly this feeling of being impressed by him was something other than surprise. Maybe. Hopefully? "I think that's the wisest thing i've ever heard you say," Nala replied. It wasn't so much that she didn't know he and this anonymous artist weren't one and the same, but sometimes people just exceed her expectations.
Elliot liked to remind her time and again that he was one of those people, though. Kids speaking about art with wisdom and not just a, "it has blobs on it"? Hating autocorrect because how the adults in their lives go around abusing chat speak, of all things? She knew she liked him for a reason, and this was as good a one as any. "Trust me, I don't think I want to see you out on the lake, honestly."
[/color] It would be awkward enough to see students at the lake and then have it subsequently ruin an entirely good time because she would feel the need to be classy, but there was also the fact that one, she didn't really even like the beach that much, just sunshine, and two, seeing her students in their bathing suits would be too awkward for her to handle. It would be such an awful what is my life? moment that she just didn't need, thank you very much. She'll just take Yeager's word for it. Or make him frolic one day in class. ...the latter was very, very tempting. "Are you implying that you'd like me to accompany you to the lake? After all, I have to see you frolic to believe it."[/color] Okay no, she wasn't expecting a 'yes' to be the answer, and let's be real, she wouldn't go with him anyway, since that would just be another awkward cherry on top of her awkward sundae. Too awkward. "And hey, I live to learn! Most people should. Though, I do love teaching, much more than I thought I would."[/color] And if we're going for a little bit of honesty, here, then Nala would let that little bit out. When she graduated, she was a bona fide history snob -- pretentious and looked down on those who didn't have the slightest idea on anything in their homeland's past. It's not like that side of her completely disappeared -- she still gets a little tick in her eye when she's surrounded by idiots at the bar who have no idea what they're talking about, or worse yet, guys who think they know what they're talking about just to try and impress her -- but teaching sort of...mellowed her out. It was her job to educate rather than judge. "Gross, math. I was never a math person."[/color] Nala grimmaced at the thought of it, actually. "But come on, you should probably get going. I don't want to make you late, though I do enjoy your company."[/color] And all right, Nala even surprised herself with that admission as she stood up from her desk, crossing the room and opening the door for him. "Wanna hug it out?"[/color] Nala asked -- no, she didn't know what possessed her to ask that, really. It was nice, having company during one of her off periods, though.[/justify][/color][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Aug 29, 2012 16:35:54 GMT -5
Yeager held up his hands as if to say "it happens". He wasn't usually one you came to for wisdom, however. "Who'da thunk it right?" At least he had his self-deprecating humor which made him a lot more tolerable than he would have been otherwise. He hoped Ms. Thomas was thankful for that. Most teachers had to appreciate it, actually, because dealing with a douchebag who was full of himself was the worst thing. He was full of himself about half the time. He liked to believed that this meant he was a balanced person. Yin and yang.
He laughed at her question, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye before saying, "I think that would be infringing upon teacher-student appropriateness. But one day, you never know, you might just catch me in the lake frolicking as I like to do." Actually, there was a pretty high chance for that as he liked to swim and hang around the lake. And it would be a sight for the teacher to see. She'd finally be able to realize that he was telling the truth. Yeager groaned and rolled his head back at her words. "Ugh, you're such a dork." But it was totally a good thing that she enjoyed her job, which was teaching. He didn't understand how anyone could, though, dealing with people...well, people like him who showed no respect. He was slightly better than most because he did give up the ghost when he knew he should and when he was in danger of getting a detention and a call home. The fear of Lucas' wrath save a lot of teachers in certain situations.
He knew there was a reason he favorited Nala as a teacher. She was just pretty cool. "Evil necessity from my standpoint as a future engineer," he said. It was kind of required, but he did better in science and pretty damn good in history. But he agreed with Ms. Thomas that math kind of really sucked. "Aww, you don't want to make me late? Such a goody two shoes." It was probably a good thing, considering a teacher who kept talking would have just left him to nod and encourage said teacher to talk even more. When Ms. Thomas stood, he went over to dispose of his trash and held a heart to his chest when walking to the door. "I knew it, you do love me!" He threw his arms around her then, rocking her back and forth exaggeratedly like he often did to his relatives, who made note of how exasperated that made them. "See you on the flip side," he said with an emotional tone before waving and heading to his stupid math class.
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