Michelle Kimbell
Teacher
Practical Magic Teacher
The only bad thought is one that hasn't been thunk
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Post by Michelle Kimbell on Jan 6, 2007 11:30:23 GMT -5
August 4th 10:00 AM
Michelle hated the way her classes were set up on Mondays and Wednesdays. She had Freshmen at 8:00 and then at 10:00 she had sophomores. Each class was two hours long, so the Freshmen class got dismissed at 10:00, notice anything wrong with the picture? Right, there was absolutely no time between classes, meaning she had no time to get her class cleaned and notes ready for the class.
She tended to let her Freshmen class out early, but not on the first day. If you had been in her room, between the time she dismissed the freshmen and the time the sophomores showed up, you would have seen cleaning spells galore and a woman frantically searching once again for her notes that she couldn't find before her last lesson.
Michelle was looking in her bag, and in her desk, and even in the closets behind her desk, but to no avail. She finally gave up, if she couldn't wing it by now, she shouldn't be a teacher. She had an idea of what she was going to teach about today, so it didn't matter really.
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Post by Joshua Harcroft on Jan 6, 2007 12:07:08 GMT -5
Joshua entered the Practical magic classroom, and said, "Hello Professor Kimball." Then he headed to a desk near the front, getting out his textbook, parchment, quill and ink, plus his wand. It would look strange to the casual observer, but you never knew what you would need to use in Practical magic. He hoped people would come in soon, though, if only because there would be little point to having only one student in a class. Not to mention a touch boring.
(edited by Lin DeMonsi for spelling, punctuation, and grammar errors)
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Lin DeMonsi
Global Moderator
Ptolemy House, Sophomore, Cat Animagus, Grammar Harpy
If things around you are boring, make them more interesting!
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Post by Lin DeMonsi on Jan 8, 2007 12:55:48 GMT -5
Lin scurried in the room, a little late thanks to the barricade down the hallway from her last class. The generals had constructed it from a number of old desks and other items they'd confiscated for 'the war effort' and were holding a battle with some very confused freshman who'd not managed to clear the debris quick enough.
However, as Lin entered the door she found herself ducking under a chair rearranging itself at the desk behind her and narrowly missed by several wads of paper on their way to the trash bin. "Ah, morning professor," she greeted, finding a desk in the area that the small storms of spells had already passed.
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Post by Harrie J. Darleh on Jan 26, 2007 14:06:35 GMT -5
Harrie entered the Practical Magic classroom looking annoyed. She'd just had Alchemy, her least favorite subject. Her nose scrunched up and Harrie went into a fit of sneezing. The stuffiness of the classroom and the farm smell triggered her very mild allergy, and Harrie groaned. All the time spent away from SWIM had caused her to forget she needed to take a sip of a potion to make her allergies dormant.
Settling herself and her stuff down onto a desk near the front, Harrie sneezed several more times before she took a vial out of her robes, and sipped it. She hastily put it back and flipped her notebook open and past her Alchemy notes. 'Practical Magic - Prof. Kimball' Harrie scrawled at the top of the parchment. Noticing that the two other students had greeted the professor, Harrie shrugged and decided to follow along.
"Good morning, Professor Kimball."
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