Post by тíğёя on Sept 12, 2009 14:12:40 GMT -5
((Horrible title is horrible. We still have to do this, right?
Setting: The science lab at Concord-Carlisle High School.
Characters: David Heikki and any students who are taking chem.
Time: 9:30 to 11:00 a.m? It's second period.
Synopsis: David is going to prove to his class that he is a cool teacher (or so he thinks) and the fact that this is his first year at the school doesn't mean that he's a little wet behind the ears.))
David sat at his desk, scribbling down lesson plans for the day. The school was rather small, so he would be teaching multiple subjects: biology, physics, chemistry, and geology. Chem was up first and he was going to get the class's attention by burning some magnesium. When exposed to fire, the bright metal would give off sparks bright enough to cause permanent eye damage if they were viewed directly. It was a bit like looking at the sun. He had the experiment all set up; class was due to start in about five minutes. Stifling a small yawn, he absentmindedly glanced around and polished his Illegitimum non carborundum plaque with his sleeve.
With a start, David realized that his sister was taking chemistry this year, and she was in his fourth-period class. He had not taught at Concord-Carlisle last year and hoped that teaching Kelly would not be cause for absolute awkwardness. However, he was sure that his hopes would not affect reality. With a dejected sigh, he rolled his chair to the front of the classroom and straightened a stack of worksheets on the properties of pure substances. He rolled back to his desk and chuckled to himself. The youthful pleasure of abusing swivel chairs had been reignited during his college years; the Greek letter societies sponsored semi-monthly races in the chairs. David had won twice.
He looked at the clock. Three minutes!
Setting: The science lab at Concord-Carlisle High School.
Characters: David Heikki and any students who are taking chem.
Time: 9:30 to 11:00 a.m? It's second period.
Synopsis: David is going to prove to his class that he is a cool teacher (or so he thinks) and the fact that this is his first year at the school doesn't mean that he's a little wet behind the ears.))
David sat at his desk, scribbling down lesson plans for the day. The school was rather small, so he would be teaching multiple subjects: biology, physics, chemistry, and geology. Chem was up first and he was going to get the class's attention by burning some magnesium. When exposed to fire, the bright metal would give off sparks bright enough to cause permanent eye damage if they were viewed directly. It was a bit like looking at the sun. He had the experiment all set up; class was due to start in about five minutes. Stifling a small yawn, he absentmindedly glanced around and polished his Illegitimum non carborundum plaque with his sleeve.
With a start, David realized that his sister was taking chemistry this year, and she was in his fourth-period class. He had not taught at Concord-Carlisle last year and hoped that teaching Kelly would not be cause for absolute awkwardness. However, he was sure that his hopes would not affect reality. With a dejected sigh, he rolled his chair to the front of the classroom and straightened a stack of worksheets on the properties of pure substances. He rolled back to his desk and chuckled to himself. The youthful pleasure of abusing swivel chairs had been reignited during his college years; the Greek letter societies sponsored semi-monthly races in the chairs. David had won twice.
He looked at the clock. Three minutes!
