Post by jellar on Mar 22, 2007 4:26:56 GMT 1
(OOC: Usually, freshman don't have any chance to be taking this class. Mainly juniors here, sophomores and seniors are reasonable. In truth, I don't really care who joins the thread, but for realistic sake we should keep the correct classes opened to the correct people.)
"Edwards was much better," Jellar muttered to himself, noting that it was more than apparent that this teacher, named 'Ms. Henchov,' a large blond woman, knew close to nothing about US History other than that the Declaration of Independence was signed in 1776. Class discussion was always side-tracked without resistance, and when she did give lectures, they were horrible and she was corrected by various students so frequently that it was annoying to Jellar. She cared not if students slept in class or did not pay attention, and she gave easy grades left and right. Studying for the AP exam would be a pain in the ass with this teacher, as it would almost be a self-study coarse. Tests in the class yielded surprisingly low grades as she took tests from other history teachers and handed those out to the class. As a result of not teaching, students usually failed unless they had learned the textbook by themselves and realized how bad of a teacher Henchov was.
Today, however, was one of those days of which the class was getting side-tracked. Starting from talking about America's change during the Industrial Revolution, they made a step to talk about solar-powered cars which lead to the beautiful possession of some student's car which kept the discussion going to prized possessions of teachers and students.
Sighing deeply at the result of the lecture, Jellar simply opened his textbook, closing the spiral of notes that he had saved for lectures. It was unnervingly empty, but it was of no matter. Jellar could study without the help of the teacher, and so he began skimming the text, though not finding the usual interest he had in studying. After merely a minute, he closed the textbook back and focused on the 'discussion' they were having in the class, though not planning to speak out. They were now talking about certain video games that were affecting the youths of today. It was certainly irritating that some classes ended up like this, but Jellar sensed that he would only gain resentment should he attempt to change anything. He was, after all, one of those notorious Varronites.
And almost as if by magic, the discussion followed Jellar's thought process. From the topic of violent fighting games, the discussion jumped to the recent war that popped out. Mixed opinions were being spread, and only through the mouths of the Hircinians. Angry stares suddenly popped out to Jellar and the other Varronites in the room.
"Kurtz punished Hircinians? Why not the Varronites?"
"I don't know. Apparently we were the ones that started it."
"I don't really like the Varronites at all, I mean--"
"Yeah, they were the ones that caused the whole damn thing!"
"If only they didn't transfer, then..."
"Now now, students, don't be so pressurizing on the transfers. It's rude."
"But Ms. Henchov, I'm sure you don't like them either!"
"But wait guys, I heard that a Varronite had attemped to stop the fight before it happened. Maybe not all of them are bad?"
"I was there at the front of the crowd as it was happening. Yeah, a Varronite did want to stop the fight, but he was ridiculously unsuccessful, as you can see."
"I don't think we should make too many generalizations. There's always an exception to the rule."
"On another point, Tiao is pretty stupid..."
It was definitely annoying to be talked about in the third person in a progressing conversation in the middle of class when you were right there. It was almost provoking. However, Jellar kept his cool and didn't speak out, letting the conversation progress in the middle of his AP US History class. Henchov had no quarrel with the discussion and even participated herself at some points. Breaking his habit of good posture, Jellar sunk into his desk, not wanting to be noticed or identified as the one that had indeed attempt to stem the fight. He didn't need or want attention. He sighed heavily, waiting for the last ten minutes of class to pass by, hopefully faster than usual.
"Edwards was much better," Jellar muttered to himself, noting that it was more than apparent that this teacher, named 'Ms. Henchov,' a large blond woman, knew close to nothing about US History other than that the Declaration of Independence was signed in 1776. Class discussion was always side-tracked without resistance, and when she did give lectures, they were horrible and she was corrected by various students so frequently that it was annoying to Jellar. She cared not if students slept in class or did not pay attention, and she gave easy grades left and right. Studying for the AP exam would be a pain in the ass with this teacher, as it would almost be a self-study coarse. Tests in the class yielded surprisingly low grades as she took tests from other history teachers and handed those out to the class. As a result of not teaching, students usually failed unless they had learned the textbook by themselves and realized how bad of a teacher Henchov was.
Today, however, was one of those days of which the class was getting side-tracked. Starting from talking about America's change during the Industrial Revolution, they made a step to talk about solar-powered cars which lead to the beautiful possession of some student's car which kept the discussion going to prized possessions of teachers and students.
Sighing deeply at the result of the lecture, Jellar simply opened his textbook, closing the spiral of notes that he had saved for lectures. It was unnervingly empty, but it was of no matter. Jellar could study without the help of the teacher, and so he began skimming the text, though not finding the usual interest he had in studying. After merely a minute, he closed the textbook back and focused on the 'discussion' they were having in the class, though not planning to speak out. They were now talking about certain video games that were affecting the youths of today. It was certainly irritating that some classes ended up like this, but Jellar sensed that he would only gain resentment should he attempt to change anything. He was, after all, one of those notorious Varronites.
And almost as if by magic, the discussion followed Jellar's thought process. From the topic of violent fighting games, the discussion jumped to the recent war that popped out. Mixed opinions were being spread, and only through the mouths of the Hircinians. Angry stares suddenly popped out to Jellar and the other Varronites in the room.
"Kurtz punished Hircinians? Why not the Varronites?"
"I don't know. Apparently we were the ones that started it."
"I don't really like the Varronites at all, I mean--"
"Yeah, they were the ones that caused the whole damn thing!"
"If only they didn't transfer, then..."
"Now now, students, don't be so pressurizing on the transfers. It's rude."
"But Ms. Henchov, I'm sure you don't like them either!"
"But wait guys, I heard that a Varronite had attemped to stop the fight before it happened. Maybe not all of them are bad?"
"I was there at the front of the crowd as it was happening. Yeah, a Varronite did want to stop the fight, but he was ridiculously unsuccessful, as you can see."
"I don't think we should make too many generalizations. There's always an exception to the rule."
"On another point, Tiao is pretty stupid..."
It was definitely annoying to be talked about in the third person in a progressing conversation in the middle of class when you were right there. It was almost provoking. However, Jellar kept his cool and didn't speak out, letting the conversation progress in the middle of his AP US History class. Henchov had no quarrel with the discussion and even participated herself at some points. Breaking his habit of good posture, Jellar sunk into his desk, not wanting to be noticed or identified as the one that had indeed attempt to stem the fight. He didn't need or want attention. He sighed heavily, waiting for the last ten minutes of class to pass by, hopefully faster than usual.
