ℛeesa ℒuna
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The Dreamer At The Crossroads
Sweet dreams, dear mortals...I'll be watching...
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Post by ℛeesa ℒuna on Jan 22, 2011 20:26:23 GMT -5
The classroom was set up to be as neat and orderly as possible. Each row of seats was perfectly in line, each desk had a text book on it. Really, it was almost OCD in a way, but that was what happened when it came to teaching a science. Science should be orderly and neat otherwise someone could get hurt. Not like there was a chance of anyone getting hurt when it came to anatomy. No because in Anatomy there were no rocks to hurl at each other, there were no chemicals to mix and possible explode, there was nothing dangerous except for the heavy textbook and the chance for jokes about the body, which this professor hoped to avoid if possible.
The professor waited behind his desk as the student came in, as a rule he allowed them to pick whatever spots they wanted, not being into the assigned seat thing even if he was ocd about his desks being in a straight row, don’t ask. He asked their names as they came in and checked it off a list, before looking out among the class. He started with a general opener about the class and how happy he was they had all picked this class, but also warned them it would be hard work because the body was a complicated thing.
And then, now that he had his students and his block of time had started, he settled into actually lecturing them, first asking them to turn to a certain page so that way they could follow along with the things he was speaking about. But he droned on with his speech, his lecture, and got so into it…well…he slightly forgot that the students were there.
Bingo.
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Post by xander on Feb 8, 2011 20:31:21 GMT -5
Xander woke up in his bed, he was wide awake too. He felt like he had been for hours. He layed there and looked at the ceiling fan that wasn't moving in the slightest. It was as still as he was right now, except of course for when he was blinking every so often.
His alarm was still blaring and he yanked the plug out of it, he felt the noise was disturbing him. He had to get up out of bed now, he had to go to class. Xander didn't know how he felt about class really. He went, he learned, he did the work and he moved on.
Who cares Right?
He sat up and threw the blankets off of him and stood pulling the draw string on his pants so that it would stay on and then threw on a simple white tee and flip flops,he grabbed a notebook and a pen and then he was out the door.
He ran his hand through his hair as he left the dorm and walked over to the class room hall. It was freezing out but Xander didn't really feel it. He was so bored right now. He felt nothing, nothing except maybe the hope that Ash would be in his class.
He smiled as he left the cold going inside of the class room hall, he really hoped that she would be there because he wanted to see her so much more often. He walked into the class and he saw that no one was there. the professor asked him his name and he answered.
He went and grabbed whatever seat he saw and then he stared at the door. Who would be coming in? Someone he knew? He hoped so, it flashed in his mind that he hoped that it would be Ash but who knew. Xander really didn't.
Words: 320 Muse: good Notes: This is a suckish post.
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Post by babybubbles on Jun 18, 2011 22:44:58 GMT -5
Riley woke up to her alarm blaring, she groaned, rolled over and banged it off. She threw the blankets off of herself and stood up, she smiled slightly, she was going to Anatomy class today. She went over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of black stretchy pants and a plain white t-shirt. She yanked them on, grabbed a notebook and black ink pen and walked out of her room.
Riley walked out into the courtyard and to the class building, she walked inside and smiled "Riley Lovell" She said as the teacher asked her her name. She went to the second row of seats and sat down in the second one from the right. She opened her notebook to the first page, uncaped her pen and wrote notes as the teacher started her speech.
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