Post by viola on Nov 13, 2008 23:15:32 GMT -5
Introduction to Transfigurations.
A new class. A core class. One that would allow Annemarie Viola van Aller to be in touch with more students, and yet, she almost questioned why she'd even come back for a second year. Her first was a disaster, and no one even respected her half of the time. At most, she had one or two students whom respected her, if not for anything more than for the safety of their house points, but respected nonetheless. And those whom had paid attention, and did seem to enjoy her classes even in the slight bit, were now graduated and gone. Living in the world she was hoping to prepare them for, and ultimately knowing she'd failed miserably.
A new subject... a blank slate. Or so she hoped.
Waiting for her younger years, the first and second years would be in for a much needed review of what transfigurations even was. As she looked at her roster, she found that this year, there was no need for assigned seatings. All that did last year was allow the students fuel to hate her more... not this year. This year, she was starting things off right.
Looking up at the clock on the back wall, the newly revamped professor wore a long green blouse that widened at the arms, and flared at the hips. What normally would be a skirt, now was replaced by jeans and her hair, a newly dyed as of that summer, fiery red. Oh yes, she was different all right. She made sure of it. Annemarie Viola van Aller may have had God on her side, but something told her that in this world... she needed just that much more. Something to really let loose and help her understand the students better. So she had bought new clothes and had new hair.... if anything, it made her feel pretty damn good about herself if nothing more.
(First and Second years may begin posting.)
A new class. A core class. One that would allow Annemarie Viola van Aller to be in touch with more students, and yet, she almost questioned why she'd even come back for a second year. Her first was a disaster, and no one even respected her half of the time. At most, she had one or two students whom respected her, if not for anything more than for the safety of their house points, but respected nonetheless. And those whom had paid attention, and did seem to enjoy her classes even in the slight bit, were now graduated and gone. Living in the world she was hoping to prepare them for, and ultimately knowing she'd failed miserably.
A new subject... a blank slate. Or so she hoped.
Waiting for her younger years, the first and second years would be in for a much needed review of what transfigurations even was. As she looked at her roster, she found that this year, there was no need for assigned seatings. All that did last year was allow the students fuel to hate her more... not this year. This year, she was starting things off right.
Looking up at the clock on the back wall, the newly revamped professor wore a long green blouse that widened at the arms, and flared at the hips. What normally would be a skirt, now was replaced by jeans and her hair, a newly dyed as of that summer, fiery red. Oh yes, she was different all right. She made sure of it. Annemarie Viola van Aller may have had God on her side, but something told her that in this world... she needed just that much more. Something to really let loose and help her understand the students better. So she had bought new clothes and had new hair.... if anything, it made her feel pretty damn good about herself if nothing more.
(First and Second years may begin posting.)