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 Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 12:02 pm
In this class students learn everything from algebra I to Calculus. I am going to allow the teacher to post his or her own class room description so that they may add a bit of their own personality to the room. The Next post should be by the teacher of this class.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 6:28 pm
The classroom has varnished hardwood floors that streach to every corner of the room, illuminated my the natural light streaming out from the glass ceiling. The ceiling stretches out unnessicarily, and producing a feeling of grandeure. The large panes of glass windows could be thrust out for the exchange of the musty inside air, with the beautiful fresh air. Because of the nature of the room, and Gystic's convienence most classes take place in the morning. For those who are unfortunate enough to recieve extra help, which is done in at night, students are expected to bring their own illumiatitory equipment.
Occassionally the students enjoy the company of Gystic's 'pet' bird's eternal song, but is usually shooed away by the professor in charge (more often than not, Gystic).
The desks lined up neatly in 3 rows and 3 columns, of desks of two jointed together. They wasn't a single gum in on the desks. Not a single student has escaped Gystic's keen eyesight; she has caught ever culprit that has ever attempted to stick their used gum on to the bottom of the desk. Even small doodles are not forgiven. They say that this room has the cleanest (hygenically) desks in the whole school.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 6:56 pm
Gystic flung open the doom, shading her eyes from the bright beam of sunlight that strayed through the glass ceiling. Weaving through the classroom desks, she gently touched each as she went by. Her heels clacked against the briliiant marble tiles, echoing. It was so empty; just how she liked it. She shook away the idea of tittering boys and girls streaming into the classroom. To think that some of the would be as old as 18. Sighing, she procceeded to her desk. Plucking a leaf from the plant that lay near her desk, she weaved it into a simplistic bird. Of course, she didn't make it sing, like her irritable bird Feces, just made it fly against the proximities of the room.
Staring momentarily at the bird, she procceeded onto what she originally came here to do. There was a pile of textbooks in the corner, for the students to use. She grabbed one from the pile, flipping through the pages, settling into her chair as she did so.
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Gystic slid her pocket watch out, glancing at the time. It was almost time for the first class of the year to come wandering in, unaware of what to expect. She muttered to herself fiercly, nervous of her class being a collection of idiots. She did not want to deal the pre-pubecent age, where hormones flew all around. Shaking the thought away, she smoothed her skirt and adjusted her glasses. Such things will not happen in her class. She was sure of that.
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