PART OF THIS GAME I PLAY // NELL

[marissa]

The sound of pencils across notebook paper was the only other noise in the crowded room besides Aura’s charming voice. It was a little compliment that Aura had heard last month that quite a few of her students enjoyed hearing her talk. She didn’t understand why though. But apparently to her, she sounded like wind gently breezing through a field of flowers or one that reminded someone of their mothers at a young age. Aura was very flattered but she knew she needed to keep a firm hand over her students or they would begin to lose respect for her. Whenever a student mouthed off, Aura showed no mercy. Her eyes turned a ravenous almost eerie glowing ivory and her voice became stern. She asserted her dominance over the few students that chose to disobey her orders.

After a while, her students began to warm up to her. They started participating more than she had expected and there was usually a line to meet with her during her office hours. Aura had no problem with the sudden change. In fact, she welcomed it with open arms. She enjoyed being around her students and she felt that nothing could change that. It was her outlook on the structure of the world around her. She believed that every pupil mattered, no matter their level of learning, their background or personality. If they were willing to learn, Aura was more than willing to teach them everything she had to offer.

She smiled a bit, something that rarely anyone saw at times, and looked at her students. They were looking up, and then looking down. Looking up, looking down. The slide she had just presented was only one of very many she had on the current chapter they were in her class. Since the term had just begun, they were only in the history of psychology. She felt that it was the hardest because it was probably the most boring. She glanced at her students once more before noticing that the majority of them were finished copying the slide. The select few who had missed a couple of words could look up the slides online. “Now, of course, you all should know of the famous man who goes by the “Father of Psychology” or Sigmund Freud.” She began, walking along the front of the classroom, scanning her students. “But do any of you know his philosophies?” She looked around and was greeted with blank stares.

She sighed a bit before explaining the slide that was currently behind her back. “The id, the ego and the superego are some keywords that come up when Sigmund Freud is discussed. He is also a big believer in dreams. He coined the term-” The shrill sound of the bell signaled her time was up. Students raced to see who pack up the fastest. “Review the slides tonight and I expect a room full of raised hands to answer me with knowledge on Mr. Freud!” She called before going to her desk and shutting off the computer. She heard the faint trace of footsteps leave the room as she began to pack up her book bag. The sound of papers shuffling brought Aura’s attention to the back of the classroom as she saw a tiny, thin framed young woman packing up her bag.

Wordcount: 554
Tagged: Mrs. Dale
Notes: Sorry it took me so long! ): I suckkk
Music Muse: These Streets Are Alive by I The Mighty
Clothes: The threads!
Template by: Me but photo credit to JENNA IN THE STARS !? at Caution 2.0

[NELL DOE DALE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: transparent, width: 400px; height: 300px;] a woman king , blackbird claw, raven wing under the red sunlight long clothesline, two shirt sleeves waving as we go by. hundred years, hundred more someday we may see a woman king, wristwatch time slowing as she goes to sleep. black horse fly, lemonade jar on the red ant hill. garden worm, cigarette ash on the window sill. hundred years, hundred more, someday we may see a woman king, sword in hand swing at some evil and bleed. Nell didn't mind school, and never complained about it, which was why she sat with her friends and mostly nodded her head or joked when they spoke of their woes. Education was very important to her because she had never had the opportunity as a child. Even though she didn't think about it, she would grow up to be one of the people who encouraged people to care more about it. However, she also did not know how damaging it could be to a younger person, going to public school, so there were some pitfalls for her, ones she wasn't even aware of. She adjusted her scarf as she nodded, listening to her friend speak as they sat on the benches in the garden. Her legs were pulled up to her chest, a book nestled into her lap. Critical Thinking for Psychology, a book her professor gave her. Luckily she chose a major she knew she would stick with, now that it was her junior year. Looking back, it was amazing to think of how far she had come in such a short period of time. She felt like a grown up, and being a wife helped with that as well. "I mean, oh my god, who assigns a paper due on Valentine's Day. Obviously a single professor." Instead of agreeing with that, Nell asked out of curiosity, "Do you have plans for Valentine's Day?" It was a while off still, but she figured that some people would still be planning for it. She usually got all her friends the cheesy little cards with lollipops in them. She enjoyed them, and this year they were going to be Dora the Explorer. The girl, Anna nodded as a grin spread across her lips. "Damn right I have plans," she said and Nell turned her head to the side. "I don't think I want to hear these plans." The talked a little more before Anna told her that she needed to go to another class, and Nell had the rest of the day off. She stood and tucked the book under her arm, her coat not too thick. Walking around feeling like a marshmallow wasn't very comfortable for her, so she just wore a pea coat and nice jeans. She was yet to come to the point where she stopped caring about her clothes and ended up going to school wearing sweats and her hair up in a bun. She had it up now, actually, but only because that was how she usually wore it. The scarf helped with the chill at least, though she loosened it a little bit as she reentered the castle, the warmth inside welcome. She had to give props to the Fires for that much, otherwise the old building would be a lot more drafty. When she saw the class filing out of the room, she stopped and let some students pass by before slipping in. "Do you have time, Aura?" she asked with a tilt of her head, lifting up her book as it rested in the crook of her arm. If she had plans for after class, then Nell didn't want to mess anything up. Especially because she was more intimidated by this teacher than any other. Not because she was a teacher -- as a college student, she was more concerned with her professors -- but because she was a Thunder. It always made to set her on edge. "I could wait if you don't. It's actually the end of the day for me." She stuck by the door, just in case. tag: aura . notes: hope you like! . music: iron & wine

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