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Post by Leo Spitz on Oct 7, 2009 18:28:10 GMT -5
Leo nodded and began to head toward the biology classrooms. One was right across from his, but the rest were down a hallway, to the left, and up the stairs. He waved a little as he paused and asked, "What's the room number?"
It could shave off about two minutes of walking...possibly. There was a shorter, back way, that students couldn't access. It was the storage rooms, basically, but also a service stairway.
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Post by Cynthia Williams on Oct 8, 2009 8:28:20 GMT -5
Cynthia took out out of the pocket small, crumpled sheet of paper. With black ballpoint pen had the number filled with writing of the class. - When I am not wrong, it is number 5. She said and she swept hair aside to the back. She looked around the corridor, she felt like in the maze. She had high hopes, that in the sequence a few will learn the day to the memory of the disintegration of corridors and classes. - Hmm, do you have some advice perhaps for the novice teacher? |
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Post by Leo Spitz on Oct 16, 2009 16:19:33 GMT -5
"Advice for the novice teacher huh? Oh, your room is across from mine, meaning no running up the stairs," Leo stated and began to walk towards his own room.
He rolled his shoulders a little and thought over something. "Don't be scared of your students and don't let them get away with misbehavior," he adviced and immediatly moved a little faster toward the classroom, worried about being late.
Leo looked over at her and grinned. "All the advice I can give."
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Post by Cynthia Williams on Oct 16, 2009 18:26:42 GMT -5
- It's good that there will be no walking up the stairs. - She looked with relief at her tired legs. The short distance up to the transition pleased her. Still was unsteady on her legs, because of the jitters. She wrinkled the forehead. - After the week these are pupils will be afraid of me. - She said with perfunctory tone, also sped up. She stood up opposite the door of the class number 5. She squinted eyes and started intensively fixing her eyes on the door handle. - The time of the Apocalypse came. I am anxious, to be perfectly frank.
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Post by Leo Spitz on Oct 17, 2009 16:56:07 GMT -5
Leo stared at her and shook his head. He had an intresting neighbor in the classroom setting. He shook his head a little and shrugged slightly. "I was nervous too. Look, just get in there and enjoy yourself. Just don't let them run you over. Of course, you don't want them terrified of you, or they'll never ask questions. Find an in-between and you'll become a favorite teacher. Now get in there and face your first batch of students," he stated and gently pushed her toward the door.
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Post by Cynthia Williams on Oct 17, 2009 17:57:20 GMT -5
- Calm down, I don't want to frighten nobody. - She already said with calmer tone. Lightly she smiled and she looked with the flash in the eye at the door. Perhaps it won't be however so badly. She thought. She pushed the Leo hand lightly. - I won't get lost. - She took the relastic band out of a pocket. She tied hair into the loose bun. She bit the lip and she rested her hands on the door handle. - We will see ourselves in 45 minutes. She said, entirely relaxed. Perhaps it was strange but she has always felt the same calmness before the very stressful situation. She had this way before examinations or other important situations. She compared such a state of the peace to feeling during the playing of the violin. The devil's not so black as he is painted. She thought. She looked at him with the cheerful smile. - You are right, I should not this way be anxious. Never mind terrible. - She patted him on the shoulder cheerfully. After a moment confused concealed the hand behind herself. - I'm sorry... For seeing then. - She mumbled lightly browning. She cast the fleeting look at him and she disappeared behind the door of the class. (OCC: Reply and I am ending the topic ^ ^)
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