Post by Sabine DeLunet on Dec 29, 2012 22:37:02 GMT -5
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Sabine was so happy that her day of classes were over.
Oh don’t get her wrong! Teaching was her life. Books had helped her get through so much and she was so much more than happy to help others discover this love as well. She was happy to influence, to meld young minds, t o brighten horizon. To do all those little clichéd things that teachers often spoke about doing when they went into their chosen field, all bright eyed and wanting to do good in the world. Not that Sabine wasn’t still bright eyed. A hundred years of teaching and she still adored it.
But sometimes, anyone needed a break. It had been a long day was all. She knew it was going to get longer because she still had homework to get through. But for some reason, her students had seemed to be a little lack-luster today. She wondered if it was because the holidays were coming up and their minds were already lost on New Years Eve plans and who they would kiss when the clock struck twelve. She supposed that had to be what was the cause of her day dreaming students.
Because usually she was quite good at engaging them, at causing them to get interested in what te words had to say. Usually she could inspire thoughts. Not to make herself out to be some amazing teacher, she just knew where her skills lay and that was where her particular set of skills more certainly sat. So it was a little disheartening when she couldn’t manage to drag their gazes away from the window and towards their pages. She could feel the emotions in the room, lazy and anxious, excited and nervous. No one’s mind was on the task at hand.
And then she possibly had lost her temper, just a little bit. Sabine liked to be in control. She always had and likely always would. So she was infamous for one thing. Pop quizzes. Students would sing her praises for making the classroom open and inviting, for being always willing to listen to any problem and being ready with extra help for anyone who was falling behind. She was that professor that was always approachable and liked to remain as such. But all of her students warned each other and warned the incoming year.
If she didn’t keep their attention, she tended to demand it the best way she knew how: Those lovely pop quizzes of hers. She was able to think them up on a whim, having students write their answers to her verbal questions down on a sheet of paper.
But oh how much turmoil that caused. Suddenly emotions would dip and swirl and take a twisting dive off the cliff into the darker stuff. The stuff that made her suck. It made her stomach drop and it made her want to run the other way. But she stood her ground, she forced it. She was sweet and she was kind, but sometimes she needed to remind them that that did not make her a pushover. Not in any sense of the word.
Her classes were over, she had graded all of the pop quizzes that she had inforced in almost all of her classes—because if she had to give them than she had to do her time with them as well. And she was ready to unwind and relax a little bit before she headed back to her home. She tried not to pollute her space with the negative thoughts, she preferred to go home happy. And she knew her friends among the faculty could help with that.
Plus, who didn’t like a good cup of tea? She smiled ever so slightly just thinking about it. Oh yes. The teacher’s lounge was what she wanted right about now.
She stood from her desk, and stretched, up to an impressive height of just over five feet when she was on her tiptoes. Though no one ever described her as short. She thought it had to do with her personal presense or something. She often acted bigger than she was. As her ballet flat clad feet padded away from her desk—her Egyptian Mau following quickly behind her as she did—she pulled her long chestnut hair into a messy bun, just to get it off of the back of her neck and out of her way. Her green eyes scanned the now emptying halls—some classes were still going on, she had an early night because she started earlier.
She was ready to relax. Her loose clothes—she always dressed for comfort over fashion—swirled about her limbs as she moved, quickly down the hall towards the room that only was allowed for the professors. She slipped inside and smiled warmly at those that she knew, heading right to the hot water. She pulled her own personal tea bags from the cabinets were the professors kept their things and poured herself a mug of the calming brew.
And then added more sugar than most people would have thought was happy.
Taking the mug in both hands she sighed appreciatively, breathing in the warmth and the calm that came along with a good mug of tea.
She slid into one of the seats, gently placing her mug on the table though not removing her hands from it. Midnight lept up into her lap where he quickly curled up and began purring. She took a sip of her tea and let out another lovely sigh. Now this, this was the way to relax. She looked up with a warm smile at those that were already in the lounge. ”Now, can someone please tell me that my students are not the only ones that seem to refuse to pay attention?” she said with a small groan. She wished she could get their focus.
And she always loved to chat with the other professors. Knowing she wasn’t alone in this made it so much easier to happily do her job each day.
[/style]Oh don’t get her wrong! Teaching was her life. Books had helped her get through so much and she was so much more than happy to help others discover this love as well. She was happy to influence, to meld young minds, t o brighten horizon. To do all those little clichéd things that teachers often spoke about doing when they went into their chosen field, all bright eyed and wanting to do good in the world. Not that Sabine wasn’t still bright eyed. A hundred years of teaching and she still adored it.
But sometimes, anyone needed a break. It had been a long day was all. She knew it was going to get longer because she still had homework to get through. But for some reason, her students had seemed to be a little lack-luster today. She wondered if it was because the holidays were coming up and their minds were already lost on New Years Eve plans and who they would kiss when the clock struck twelve. She supposed that had to be what was the cause of her day dreaming students.
Because usually she was quite good at engaging them, at causing them to get interested in what te words had to say. Usually she could inspire thoughts. Not to make herself out to be some amazing teacher, she just knew where her skills lay and that was where her particular set of skills more certainly sat. So it was a little disheartening when she couldn’t manage to drag their gazes away from the window and towards their pages. She could feel the emotions in the room, lazy and anxious, excited and nervous. No one’s mind was on the task at hand.
And then she possibly had lost her temper, just a little bit. Sabine liked to be in control. She always had and likely always would. So she was infamous for one thing. Pop quizzes. Students would sing her praises for making the classroom open and inviting, for being always willing to listen to any problem and being ready with extra help for anyone who was falling behind. She was that professor that was always approachable and liked to remain as such. But all of her students warned each other and warned the incoming year.
If she didn’t keep their attention, she tended to demand it the best way she knew how: Those lovely pop quizzes of hers. She was able to think them up on a whim, having students write their answers to her verbal questions down on a sheet of paper.
But oh how much turmoil that caused. Suddenly emotions would dip and swirl and take a twisting dive off the cliff into the darker stuff. The stuff that made her suck. It made her stomach drop and it made her want to run the other way. But she stood her ground, she forced it. She was sweet and she was kind, but sometimes she needed to remind them that that did not make her a pushover. Not in any sense of the word.
Her classes were over, she had graded all of the pop quizzes that she had inforced in almost all of her classes—because if she had to give them than she had to do her time with them as well. And she was ready to unwind and relax a little bit before she headed back to her home. She tried not to pollute her space with the negative thoughts, she preferred to go home happy. And she knew her friends among the faculty could help with that.
Plus, who didn’t like a good cup of tea? She smiled ever so slightly just thinking about it. Oh yes. The teacher’s lounge was what she wanted right about now.
She stood from her desk, and stretched, up to an impressive height of just over five feet when she was on her tiptoes. Though no one ever described her as short. She thought it had to do with her personal presense or something. She often acted bigger than she was. As her ballet flat clad feet padded away from her desk—her Egyptian Mau following quickly behind her as she did—she pulled her long chestnut hair into a messy bun, just to get it off of the back of her neck and out of her way. Her green eyes scanned the now emptying halls—some classes were still going on, she had an early night because she started earlier.
She was ready to relax. Her loose clothes—she always dressed for comfort over fashion—swirled about her limbs as she moved, quickly down the hall towards the room that only was allowed for the professors. She slipped inside and smiled warmly at those that she knew, heading right to the hot water. She pulled her own personal tea bags from the cabinets were the professors kept their things and poured herself a mug of the calming brew.
And then added more sugar than most people would have thought was happy.
Taking the mug in both hands she sighed appreciatively, breathing in the warmth and the calm that came along with a good mug of tea.
She slid into one of the seats, gently placing her mug on the table though not removing her hands from it. Midnight lept up into her lap where he quickly curled up and began purring. She took a sip of her tea and let out another lovely sigh. Now this, this was the way to relax. She looked up with a warm smile at those that were already in the lounge. ”Now, can someone please tell me that my students are not the only ones that seem to refuse to pay attention?” she said with a small groan. She wished she could get their focus.
And she always loved to chat with the other professors. Knowing she wasn’t alone in this made it so much easier to happily do her job each day.
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