Post by Isabella Cadence on Sept 28, 2011 23:02:11 GMT -5
Isabella Cadence, who very much so preferred to be called Caddy, but she didn’t tell her students that, was bouncing about her classroom, setting up. Her students were welcome to call her Cadence, however, which she informed them of when she had her general first meeting with them to assess where everyone was, she did this every year with all of her students from every former. She then assessed them all, but that was just for her not for a grade. She also did this to lay down her usual law. She only really had three rules, which she thought made her a better professor because she didn’t see the need to freak out and insist on as many rules as possible.
But today was just for her vocal performers. She knew that two or three of them had been through an ordeal lately, but that wasn’t something that applied to class in Caddy’s mind. When it came to music, they didn’t get passes for their pain, they were expected to use it. Harsh, maybe, but that was the way that music was. It only got better when emotion was poored into it after all, and she always expected her little fledglings to get better.
Currently, Caddy’s classroom was set up slightly unorthodoxly. Instead of the usual desks and seats and music stands, the odd professor had had people remove them in favor of multicolored bean bag chairs, and not the stiff kinds! There was an assortment of other comfy chairs and stuff. It was just the way that Caddy worked, she liked to take the odd approach when she could help it and make the students feel more comfortable.
She was waiting for them to enter now. She had given an assignment for today, because she knew that her vocal students here were talented enough to launch right into it and fine tune rather than going over all the basics. This was her more advanced class after all. The assignment, in Caddy’s eyes, had been simple enough, but it would tell a lot about her students just from what they picked. She had asked them to sing a song that defined them, one that in—someway or another—told something about who they were as a person, or one aspect of who they were as a person. Knowing that some of her students were instrumentally talented, she had also permitted them to accompany themselves on instruments if they chosed, and would ask those that were instrumentally talented to accompany those that weren’t, if they didn’t want to go accapella.
So it was a simple task, but at the same time a very hard one. How to pick a song that defined you? And would that song change based on what they had just gone through. She was curious to find out. She asked for this assignment every year, and it always amused her to see how returning students changed, or what their song choices were compared to the year before, she loved this type of thing.
Or perhaps Caddy was just in a perpetually good mood lately. Not that she wasn’t always a more happy minded person, but lately she had been even more so. Perhaps because she had a person to pass the time with, like a man friend to pass the time with. Not that she was dating, or dear Nyx no that wasn’t what she did, but it was something that was amusing enough to her.
She looked at the clock and smiled when her students began to file in for class. She waited until the clock announced the time being that to start the class before she happily moved herself to the center of the class. ”Well hello again, my little sirens. I see I didn’t scare you off last class” she said with a little laugh, taking stock of who was there before she continued. She had arranged the seats into a sort of semi-circle, so she was making sure now that she turned every so often when she spoke in order to see the whole class. ”Lets get right down to it, shall we? Who wants to go first” she asked, with a grin in place.
But today was just for her vocal performers. She knew that two or three of them had been through an ordeal lately, but that wasn’t something that applied to class in Caddy’s mind. When it came to music, they didn’t get passes for their pain, they were expected to use it. Harsh, maybe, but that was the way that music was. It only got better when emotion was poored into it after all, and she always expected her little fledglings to get better.
Currently, Caddy’s classroom was set up slightly unorthodoxly. Instead of the usual desks and seats and music stands, the odd professor had had people remove them in favor of multicolored bean bag chairs, and not the stiff kinds! There was an assortment of other comfy chairs and stuff. It was just the way that Caddy worked, she liked to take the odd approach when she could help it and make the students feel more comfortable.
She was waiting for them to enter now. She had given an assignment for today, because she knew that her vocal students here were talented enough to launch right into it and fine tune rather than going over all the basics. This was her more advanced class after all. The assignment, in Caddy’s eyes, had been simple enough, but it would tell a lot about her students just from what they picked. She had asked them to sing a song that defined them, one that in—someway or another—told something about who they were as a person, or one aspect of who they were as a person. Knowing that some of her students were instrumentally talented, she had also permitted them to accompany themselves on instruments if they chosed, and would ask those that were instrumentally talented to accompany those that weren’t, if they didn’t want to go accapella.
So it was a simple task, but at the same time a very hard one. How to pick a song that defined you? And would that song change based on what they had just gone through. She was curious to find out. She asked for this assignment every year, and it always amused her to see how returning students changed, or what their song choices were compared to the year before, she loved this type of thing.
Or perhaps Caddy was just in a perpetually good mood lately. Not that she wasn’t always a more happy minded person, but lately she had been even more so. Perhaps because she had a person to pass the time with, like a man friend to pass the time with. Not that she was dating, or dear Nyx no that wasn’t what she did, but it was something that was amusing enough to her.
She looked at the clock and smiled when her students began to file in for class. She waited until the clock announced the time being that to start the class before she happily moved herself to the center of the class. ”Well hello again, my little sirens. I see I didn’t scare you off last class” she said with a little laugh, taking stock of who was there before she continued. She had arranged the seats into a sort of semi-circle, so she was making sure now that she turned every so often when she spoke in order to see the whole class. ”Lets get right down to it, shall we? Who wants to go first” she asked, with a grin in place.
