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Post by william on Oct 2, 2006 22:15:34 GMT -5
To be honest, the professor was pretty surprised when he got a note saying a 3rd year would be joining his class. Yes, one third year student, joining the class halfway. But being the Runes enthusiast, he took it as a good sign. The student was interested in the subject enough to request class. Good sign.
Not to mention The Elder Futhark was a good subject to start. It could take years and years of studying to perfect it, but the basics could be covered in a relatively short time. He checked his notes and went to open the door himself, eagerly waiting for his one keen 3rd year student.
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Post by david on Oct 9, 2006 21:03:54 GMT -5
"HRPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! PEEEEEEP! KEY! KEY! KEY! KEY! OH NO! These were infact the noises resounding through the Seventh Floor. Upon hearing the students wild battle cries, older students would simply roll their eyes, and mutter something along the lines of, "Stupid First Year." before stalking off to a next class. Alas, t'wasn't a first year causing mayhem. Nor was a second year attempting to impress friends. No. The racket was created by none other than the naive third-year in an attempt to attract attention; and boy he did attract some. Speaking of the rascal... arms spread wide like a plane, the young teenager raced through the hall making more outrageous noises and yelling aloud, "You shall not get the best of me, Hitler!" Doing a turn (intention: to spin around until he got dizzy and fell over), his feet uncoordinated themselves, and he managed to trip face first into the classroom. He muffled, "He got me." Shooting back up, the third year peeled off his swimming goggles before looking around the room quizzically. Where was everyone? So much for my perfect entrance... the boy mused to himself as he frowned. He had trained, and practised for the perfect arrival to class; and noone had witnessed except for some old-geiser. Shrugging, he thought to himself before a grin crossed his already mischievious features. "OOohhh! Professor! Since it's only going to be you and I, can we like... do something fun?" Reaching in his bag, he pulled out two Star Wars lifesavers. "We can fight each other on Mount Kawnahakluki, I can be the red, you can be green... OOohh! And! And! And! I can be Luke Skywalker! And you can be Dark Vador! And...!" Stopping himself in his tracks, he slid into a seat before continiouing with a grin, "Or I can just pretend to listen and you teach." He did afterall have a decent supply of comic books left in his bag. |
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Post by william on Oct 10, 2006 21:56:27 GMT -5
Honestly, the professor had to give it to the boy for his over-dramatic entrance which left the man completely clueless. If not for the fact that he's rather logical and thus he firmly believed he's the professor of a third year runes class, he might have thought that he had entered the meeting room of the drama club by mistake.
But the initial shock was quickly replaced by a definite amusement. He knew about the Star Wars movie, so he wasn't totally in the dark regarding Luke Skywalker and the Dark Vador, although he wondered why he had to be the bad guy.
"I think I do the prefer last option, although some minor revisions should be made to that sentence," he replied with a smirk. "I can spare you the pain and just let you go, so you don't need to pretend to listen. So unless you are really interested in runes, you are free to go."
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Post by william on Nov 12, 2006 13:50:02 GMT -5
(Class over, see you in lesson 4!)
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