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Post by Professor Carlyle on Sept 28, 2011 16:40:28 GMT -6
Amidst the noise of the bell signalling the end of the lesson and the shuffling of students, eager to be out of the classroom as soon as physically possible, Professor Carlyle held a hand up to halt their hasty exits. "Ah, for those of you who hoped I would forget, I'm afraid I haven't... I'd like your essays at the start of next lesson please," David reminded his fourth year class. Then he added, in response to the series of groans from the pupils, "See this first essay of the year as a benchmark, rush it the night before if you wish, just know that I will be able to tell and will expect you to progress from that in your next one."
Smiling then he dismissed them with a vague wave of his hand and turned to pack away his teaching things. With a swish of his wand the eraser began to enthusiastically rid the chalkboard of his diagram of a computer while David bent down to pick up his cat which was attempting to sneak off and leave with the group of students. It was surprisingly hurtful when your own cat didn't seem to value your company any more. "Not going to fall for that a second time, mate," he jokingly informed Socks as he plonked her on the desk and scratched the top of her head indulgently - such attention often persuaded the cat not to slink off in a huff with him. David then looked up in mild surprise as he heard the sound of approaching, rather than retreating, footsteps.
((ooc: Just had an urge to post as my poor abandoned Prof. Idk if there are many of our students left at Hogwarts haha but anyone is welcome, please? Or fellow teachers of course!))
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Post by Professor Freeman on Oct 2, 2011 16:11:08 GMT -6
"Yo teach!" Geoff shouted from the doorway of David's classroom as he walked in, holding a cup of coffee and waving with a stack of homeworks. "It's okay to leave a class of seventh years alone to do a test, yeah?"
Sitting down at a desk, Geoff produced a jar of red ink from his pocket and shook it quickly. "Mind if I mark these in here? My office is all... papers and old cups of tea," he explained while squinting and waving his hand about. Rather than cleaning his office, Geoff had clearly decided to expand the radius of his disorganised sprawl to the rest of the castle.
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Post by Professor Carlyle on Oct 4, 2011 17:27:14 GMT -6
Turning to find Geoff entering his classroom, "Yo yourself Prof," David enthused, holding a hand up in greeting as the other one continued to placate Socks. "It's fine to leave 'em to it... as long as you wouldn't mind them all miraculously getting the exact same score on the test because they will cheat when you're gone. Or so I'm told-" he trailed off with a jokingly shifty look.
"Nah, go for it, I haven't got any more classes in here today and if you find the glaringly colourful be-postered walls more conducive to marking than your office... well... that suggests your office is in a worst state than mine. And that'd be saying something," he grinned easily in a light-hearted manner. Turning to shove some of his teaching materials into his bag he gave a little sigh, "So... is it wrong that it's barely a month into the year and I already can't face marking much like my classes can't face writing an essay?" David asked his fellow teacher as he perched on his own desk and sipped his cup of tea that had gone stone cold in the course of the hour lesson as he had became far too excited about computers to spare a moment for a drink.
((ooc: Thanks for replying Lia! And Geoff is... well so wonderfully Geoff as ever!))
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Post by Professor Freeman on Oct 5, 2011 16:06:05 GMT -6
Geoff shook his head mournfully and joked, "Who hurt you, David? Try having a little faith in humanity. I honestly believe, from the bottom of my heart, that these students are intelligent enough... to vary their answers slightly so they don't all turn in the same test." To be honest, Geoff had total trust in the few students who'd stuck it out in Arithmancy thus far: plus, he'd set them a 'Benedict Problem' as an experiment and was fairly certain no amount of cheating could help them now.
"No, no, this is good. There's a nice energy in here. Or maybe I've had too many cups of coffee. Either way, I like it. Tell, me, is it considered a 'worse state' if I can't tell where my desk ends and the rest of the room begins?" Geoff slid his glasses down his nose and put a friendly circle around some work that seemed to indicate that the student had no idea what they were doing and had decided to simply scribble down numbers and symbols for the sport of it. "Wait, a month? It's October?" Geoffrey looked genuinely shocked by this revelation and shook his head before going back to marking. "Think anyone would object if we hired teaching assistants?
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Post by Professor Carlyle on Oct 5, 2011 19:40:21 GMT -6
Letting out a laugh at his joking, David shook his head, "You hurt me, when you fratenised with both Benedict and a Durmstrang professor to discuss co-writing books. I always thought we could have had something special..." he trailed off seriously, holding a hand to his heart before he grinned widely in a teasing manner. "Perhaps the fact I've had 15 identical quizzes handed to me is an insult to my intelligence because they think I won't realise they're all the same. I know I may be slightly scatter-brained when it comes to my approach to marking things but they ought to give me some credit at least, aye?" he asked despairingly.
"Hmm 'nice energy', eh? Never heard that one before so it might just be the latter to be honest," he conceded easily with a smile. Then, taking another large gulp of cold tea he assumed a thoughtful expression for a moment as he considered Geoff's proposal, before, "Probably... but only slightly, admittedly." Chuckling with a shake of his head, David grasped his mug with both hands as he looked over at where his fellow professor was sat, "It's quite worrying how fast this term has started off. Before you know it, you'll be sat marking practice final exams and that's a signal of about April time I think." Frowning in thought, then the man nodded, "They probably would, might think it a tad extravagant but, to be honest, we should look into it judging by our approaches to marking. Don't get me wrong, I love teaching, where else am I going to get the opportunity to lock 15 kids into a room where I enthusiastically babble for an hour about computers and Shakespeare? Don't know why I didn't consider teaching straight out when I graduated from this ol' place," he pondered aloud, gesturing lazily around him with his left hand.
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Post by Professor Freeman on Oct 15, 2011 14:55:08 GMT -6
Geoff unwrapped a sandwich he'd grabbed from the kitchens and shook his head at David. "You know what we have can't be put into words." He scribbled some barely-legible notes in the margins of the top homework before looking up again. "Also, me actually finishing any of these books is a rather generous assumption and one that flies in the face of all prior evidence."
"But I'm Un-extravagant Geoffrey! It's what I'm known for. I'm just saying, I've been washing my hair with kitten shampoo for the last month." He took a swig of coffee to wake himself up a bit and glanced up curiously. "Hey man, how'd you decide to switch jobs, again? I mean, you didn't even hit rock bottom and spend a few years drinking in your mum's house, which to me is highly impressive."
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