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Post by Narukawa Mori on Sept 4, 2011 22:41:53 GMT -5
"THESE KIDS ARE GIVING ME A HARD TIME, ZE~"
...To be followed by the obligatory (and, rather, amusing) table-flipping from none other than the current female Japanese teacher as she huffed at the brief frustration while the rest of the class seems to be on a standstill, either shocked at this action or find it very awkwardly amusing. They're just first years, fresh out of Middle school, and already they have seen the oddity of Shigayomi High, one of which is the well-known 'Demon-sensei', Narukawa Mori. It was obvious that she was late (she woke up late because she went out for a drink in a bar last night) and she was crankier than usual. Inside the class, that is.
"Ze, are you trying not to graduate or something?" She groaned as soon as she fixed the table upright, picked up the papers (and slammed them on the table) before sitting down. Maybe she might have scarred some freshmen students here and there, but hopefully they'll get use to her since she'll be around until they graduate for college. "Do your homework or else I'm going to hunt you down one by one about it, ze!" The red-haired teacher added, slamming her fist on the table before sitting down and resumed checking her students' assignments while mumbling something about how they should do their homework properly and such.
note; FIRST YEAR STUDENTS ONLY~! Yes, here's your lovely Japanese teacher, pre-missing and such. Enjoy Hell, kids~! <3 Short first because this is an introduction~
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Post by Hasegawa Masaru on Sept 5, 2011 8:49:40 GMT -5
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Until the loud clatter from the front of the class announced that his teacher had just flipped a table. He looked up, amber tinted eyes wide in surprise. He was never going to get used to Mori-Sensei. Her method of teaching was just a bit...Over the top? Sure, it made the students get their work done, but more from the fear they were going to get headbutted. He'd actually seen it happen when she had been in one of her bad hang-overs.
He fell into the group that tended to laugh off most of her antics, a slight hint of a smile hinting his features as he glanced at his teacher, before going back to looking at the page of work in front of him, now thoroughly decorated with doodles. Well, she had probably started to expect it from him. At least he had done his homework for this week. It lowered his chances of getting yelled at by Mori-sensei quite dramatically...Even if she also happened to yell at no-one in particularly quite often.
Masaru turned from looking at his teacher to the other students in the room, seeing a variety of reactions to their teachers outburst. It was quite amusing, the variety of facial expressions people pulled when she yelled. Some looked terrified, others looked amused, and a couple didn't even react anymore, they just kept doing what they had been doing. He himself was lucky enough to be set in the middle of class, so he didn't draw attention from being at the front, or seem suspicious by being stuck at the back.
Well, this was bound to be an interesting lesson at the least.[/style]
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Post by Suiyou Railey on Sept 7, 2011 11:16:19 GMT -5
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~The black rain may pour hard and leave me drenched,But I know I can change, I will change myself ~ | | Railey had to practically force himself out of bed again, he was probably late. But didn't really mind all together, he just shoved his face into a book and went to find a corner to sit in. This class was never really boring was it, with all the constant table flipping, he just peeked over his book at her. Then turned the page, wondering why none of this was odd to him, was he already used to this school. That hadn't taken that long. 'Homework again....bleh....so that's what this is about...' He dug around in his bag for a pencil, and a piece of paper. He might as well look like he was doing something other then reading, unless he wanted her to flip another table, which was bound to happen at some point in time.
It was like most of the other students were frozen in shock, or just didn't want to move. Not that they really had much to worry about, just avoid the tables and her wrath. In his mind he couldn't wait till this class was over, and he would be able to run out of here faster then anyone else. He didn't mind the noise in the classroom though he would have thought of a school as being at least somewhat quiet. Not in this classroom apparently, nope it was just not the way things went or so it seemed.
The boy rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, so he didn't fall asleep again. Wouldn't be smart here, not with the temper she was in, he'd probably get busted if he did, well no he knew he would. The thing he didn't want was the table flipping. His eyes scanned over the room, it wasn't like there was anyone else here he knew. | [cs=2] ~Even If I'm told that my destiny is immutable no matter what I do, This is, that's right, "pride", each in its own place...~ |
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Post by Haruno Haruka on Sept 9, 2011 22:11:20 GMT -5
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Textbooks stacked neatly on desks. Pens and pencils at the ready. 日本語のクラス written in barely legible handwriting on the chalkboard glared at the chatty students in their carefully chosen seats. The back of the classroom was prime real estate year round for those whom generally wanted to stay in the background, both literally and and figuratively. The front belonged to those go-getters that usually found themselves at the top of the totem pole grade-wise. The seats closest to the door were occupied by those students that tended to disappear the moment the bell rang. The window seats were usually the ones that had the less dedicated fan base. During winter and summer seasons the students avoided them like the plague, which was odd considering Okinawan winters were actually quite nice. Spring and fall they became a classroom's number one commodity. Cool breezes. Beautiful scenery. What else could a high school student trapped in a room for 45 minutes or more want?
The class to class commute was tough, it was perhaps the only thing that got in the way of a student getting their desired seat. Haruka learned this within her first week at Shigayomi High School. She wasted no time chatting in the halls. She skillfully dodged the rush of students and at times she felt like a fish swimming upstream. The rush and expert evasion is all worth it when she reaches that mostly empty classroom and her precious window seat waiting for her to sit upon it's mildly uncomfortable wooden plank of a seat with it's spherical indentations screaming PLACE CHEEKS HERE.
CRASH! BANG! she was brought out of her thoughts, not even realizing it had been almost 10 minutes since she had taken her seat. Narukawa was a pleasure. She really was. Although Haruka had to admit she didn't quite understand the table flipping bit. It was almost ritualistic. The blonde freshman adjusted the plaid bow that sat crookedly on top of her head and brought all her attention the the irate Japanese instructor. She was more like a gangster than a teacher with her threats.
Haruka was all smiles. It was a surprise to her that some of the other students hadn't grown accustomed to Narukawa's antics. It was the Spring semester after all. With a muffled giggle Haruka let Narukawa's idle threats float overhead, class JUST started she hadn't assigned any homework for the day to order the students to do.
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Post by Itazura Satoshi on Sept 15, 2011 23:03:49 GMT -5
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He just focused on his scribbling the drawings on his paper, he had a feeling something was going to go wrong here, a bit faster then he wanted it to. And he would not be able to just stand by and let it happen, not if there was a way for him to get past such a thing. And just hopefully make for the best, if this improved by some random chance, he would be able to deal with all he could. At that time things just happened, he looked over the other students, this really wasn't his place now was it. He might as well have just snuck out, but he was too tired, he just looked up and back down at his paper. He noticed that he had drooled on the paper a bit in his sleep, he just wiped it away the best he could.
And made it look like he was slightly paying attention even though well he really wasn't. He was just not in the mood of doing such a thing, he had more important things he could have done. 'Bleh....always throwing tables....can't get a quiet day....' He knew he never would so it wasn't like he really hoped for it but still.[/style][style=text-align: center;color: #474756; font-family: georgia; font-size: 32px; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px; margin-bottom: -6px;]i'm sorry oh, sorry, sorry no[/style] |
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Post by Narukawa Mori on Sept 16, 2011 3:23:38 GMT -5
Definitely questioning the principal's right mind as of why they decided to hire her, it was not a surprise that there are some who seems a bit used to this certain teacher's actions. Then again, it's just the first few days of the first semester, they might as well try to know a bit more about it unless they start to wonder why she's giving out headbutts when provoked.
Finishing the papers (and the table magically fixed itself up upright), the red-haired Japanese teacher stood up as she gave a loud rap on the board to gain their attention.
" Alright, ze," Mori called, trying to get on with the lesson and hope none of them were foolish enough to anger her while she's having a small hangover. Once again, they wonder how in the world she managed to stay as a teacher. " We're going to have a lesson today, then homework afterwards, so listen up ze!" Funny how despite the table-flipping and the shouting, she still manage to do well in terms of teaching.
"Get your books and we'll start with chapter one, ze."
Picking her own lesson plan from the table, the woman faced the blackboard as she wrote important notes from the book (Yes, she read the lesson plan and the lesson days beforehand... she just doesn't look like it) as only the sound of a chalk-tapping in the board was heard, though some occasional mumbles here and there.
"Ze, now who can tell me about the creation of land according to they Japanese Mythology? Anyone, ze?"
note; Daaa~ Yes. Japanese history. With the creation of Japan and all.
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