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Post by Antiope Katsaros on Jun 20, 2010 1:41:20 GMT -5
Antiope Katsaros perched on her desk, idly petting the neat stack of paper beside her. Midterms were such fun to inflict, even if she had gone out of her way to make this one relatively simple. Basic grammar and spelling skills, along with the beginnings of critical thinking and putting thoughts to paper, would see her students through.
That was, if any of them decided to show up. She wasn't anticipating too many.
Well, even one would be enough.
ooc// Please, bear with me, all. I'm just now getting my act together, and starting first-day feels very wrong somehow, so... assume past classes, if you don't mind. Thanks.
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Post by Less Than Beta East Tundra on Jun 20, 2010 1:56:08 GMT -5
Less wandered into the classroom with his notebook of scribbles. Unfortunately, he had never gotten around to asking the teacher about spelling workbooks, so any assignments he might have turned in would no doubt have been graded down for spelling errors. He sat down in a desk near the front, opposite the door, and opened said notebook of scribbles.
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Post by Kahlen Jeanne Nox on Jun 20, 2010 12:50:04 GMT -5
Kahlen groaned as she entered the classroom. She liked English, but she didn't like tests. She had done passably well in her other assignments.
She waved to Less as she pulled out a chair. "Hey, so you've also decided to come. Why do we torture ourselves like this," she whispered, grinning.
Kahlen got out her "test pencil," which was pink and sparkly. It cheered her up during tests and was interesting to look at when she was trying to think of an answer.
"So, Professor," she said to Katsaros, "are you going to kill us with this one?"
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Post by Michelle Wilcox on Jun 20, 2010 14:22:22 GMT -5
Michelle quietly took a seat in the back of the classroom. She wanted nothing more than to get the test over with and go back to her computer.
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Post by Antiope Katsaros on Jun 20, 2010 15:22:39 GMT -5
Antiope grinned broadly at Kahlen's question. "Nah. This is mostly to see who's serious and who still needs extra help. The final's where I'll get you." The professor stroked the stack of papers again, considering the students who had shown up so far, and making a mental note to grab Less later. "I don't actually want any of you to fail, y'know. A passing mark means I've succeeded at beating a basic grasp of the language into your heads, which would be nice."
The vibrant woman glanced over the three again, and shrugged. "Think anyone else plans to show up?"
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Post by Less Than Beta East Tundra on Jun 20, 2010 16:10:35 GMT -5
"I hope so," Less said as he checked the sharpness of a his pencil by doodling something in his notebook. He was happily ignorant of exactly how bad he was at the class, having convinced himself that it was mostly spelling he needed to work on. Pretty much the only thing he was good at was critical thinking, and this was hampered by the fact that he tended to have trouble translating thoughts (in his case, based mostly on images, smells, and movement) into words.
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Post by Kahlen Jeanne Nox on Jun 20, 2010 16:59:50 GMT -5
Kahlen sighed and grinned. "Oh, good. I'm sure we'll be fine for the finals... I hope."
She pulled out a vocabulary book and flipped through it. Longer and more difficult words were highlighted and had little notes next to them. Kahlen wanted to sound intelligent on a test, so she had studied vocabulary, which also helped with spelling.
"Flocci- oh, God, what?" she murmured to herself. She hoped the test would start soon so that she could run to the gym for some exercise. Or to the cafeteria for a snack.
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Post by Antiope Katsaros on Jun 20, 2010 22:39:04 GMT -5
Antiope -- or, Professor Katsaros, given that she was on the clock now -- looked over the students one more time and sighed. "Well, I'll hand the tests out now. You've got the whole period, though I doubt you'll need that much." She hopped off the desk, snagged three copies, and passed them out, grinning. She paused at Less' desk for a moment, almost said something, but decided it was better done later, and perhaps privately. "Anyone else showing up will just have to start late."
The test was, really, not all that serious. A short section featuring improperly-constructed sentences for grammar correction, a question for short answer regarding the possible practical applications of English in the future, and, naturally, an essay question.
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Post by Less Than Beta East Tundra on Jun 21, 2010 0:24:05 GMT -5
Less raced his way through the grammar correction section. He probably missed a few superfluous commas, but he knew what proper capitalization was and that apostrophes didn't go in plurals. His short answer question missed the entire "future" aspect and focused on the fact that English was a very common language and that therefore it was good to know it. In fact, he seemed to be writing it as if the class were a "how to speak" course. The essay was, naturally, full of spelling errors and took a very sharp tangent from the intended topic.
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Post by Damien Griffiths on Jun 21, 2010 4:45:39 GMT -5
Just before the last test hit the desks, Damien almost fell inside, panting.
" 'Xcuse me, ma'am. Couldn't - hah - find one of my shoes." He quickly scampered over to a desk and rummaged for a pen. He was fairly certain that this wasn't a problem at all, or so he hoped.
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Post by Kahlen Jeanne Nox on Jun 21, 2010 12:56:59 GMT -5
Kahlen quickly looked through her test. Grammar correction, short answer, and an essay. 'Not too bad,' she thought.
Kahlen was able to finish the grammar portion in a short amount of time. She found grammar fairly easy and was glad that the professor didn't have ridiculously hard sentences to fix.
She wasn't particularly sure what to write for the short answer question. "Practical applications for English in the future. Hm," she murmured to herself. She tapped her pencil on her chin.
'C'mon, test pencil,' she thought, 'Give me some ideas.'
With an "Oh!" that was louder than intended, Kahlen got an idea. She wrote about how English could be used to standardize many things because it was becoming a language known around the world.
She took a bit longer than usual to answer the essay question. She continued tapping her pencil on her chin in thought. 'For some reason, I am having trouble concentrating today,' she thought, annoyed.
With a sigh, Kahlen finished up her last paragraph and began checking over her test. She felt rather proud that she had included some of her new vocabulary words in her essay. Satisfied that her answers were as good as they could be, she put her pencil in her bag and went over to the professor to hand in her test.
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Post by Antiope Katsaros on Jun 21, 2010 18:47:18 GMT -5
Professor Katsaros shook her head ruefully in Damien's general direction. "It's fine. May I suggest, however, a bit more tidiness in future?" She handed him a test as well, and settled down to wait.
At least it didn't look like any of them were having too much trouble. A quick scan of the first test to be handed in, some time later, revealed a higher level of competency than she'd dared to hope for, and she favored the departing Kahlen with a bright grin.
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Post by Kahlen Jeanne Nox on Jun 21, 2010 21:19:56 GMT -5
Kahlen waved as she trotted out of the classroom. She thought the test went well, and she was going to treat herself to some ice cream.
'Looks like the rest of this class won't be too bad,' she thought, rounding the corner of the hall and bounding down the stairs.
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Post by Less Than Beta East Tundra on Jun 21, 2010 21:51:56 GMT -5
Less finished the essay and brought his test up to the teacher's desk. "Is that all for today?" he asked.
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Post by Antiope Katsaros on Jun 23, 2010 18:02:37 GMT -5
"Yep, that's that." Professor Katsaros gave his test a quick once-over and 'hmm'ed to herself. Offer help or let him ask? In the end, she shrugged, deciding on a middle ground While she was trying her best to impress a grasp of the language on her students, there was only so much she could do if there was no interest. "Go on, enjoy the rest of your day. You know where to find me if you want to."
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Post by Aidan Logan on Jun 26, 2010 7:11:19 GMT -5
Aidan was finding the mid-term quite easy, but that mean he was going to finish early, by any means. He writing a small essay for each of the short-answer questions, with no consideration that brevity was probably just as important as accuracy when it came to effective writing.
Halfway through the lesson he asked Professor Katsaros for more paper. He'd run out of room on his test paper.
He continued to write up until the final minutes of the class, finishing his last sentence with a flourish of his fountain pen, then sitting back in his chair with a satisfied sigh.
(I'm assuming that his request for extra paper is ok. If not, I'll edit)
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