Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2013 9:48:52 GMT -5
Class was just beginning as the students littering the halls began to flow into the classroom. Silas taught one general level, and one honors level english class along with drama at Beacon Hills High, or at least he was going to be...he started today. The teenagers came in, a mix between taking their seat or just standing around until the bell rang for class to start. The amount of talking all at once irritated his sensitive hearing a bit, but he hid his discomfort.
His room was decorated with mostly snarky posters about paying attention and all that typical stuff. His desk was very unremarkable with no real personal items. Not that he'd had time to spice the place up yet. He picked up a piece of chalk and began to write on the board just as the bell rang. The kids who hadn't already, scrambled to take their seats right on time. The words "Mr. Ragnulf" were left on the board when he turned around.
"Alright everyone, class is in session," he smirked. "Ive always wanted to say that. Seriously though, I'm your new teacher, Mr. Ragnulf. Please do not try and shorten or do anything else to it when you talk to me, I like my name the way it is." He moved his hand under his chalk written name as he said it and spoke light heartedly with his Scottish accent accentuating his words. He stepped to his desk and pulled out a clipboard handing it to a kid in the first row. "Write your names on here unless you want to be counted absent, last person put it on my desk," he walked to the front of the class smiling at his students.
"Welcome to classical literature, for real this time. No more busy work you can get done in ten minutes and then slack off like your substitutes were giving you...you kids are going to work in this class, especially since we are apparently two lessons behind where we should be.". Silas really hated to slacking type of subs. These kids were going to hate him with how much catching up he'd have to put on them. "Any questions before we get started?"
His room was decorated with mostly snarky posters about paying attention and all that typical stuff. His desk was very unremarkable with no real personal items. Not that he'd had time to spice the place up yet. He picked up a piece of chalk and began to write on the board just as the bell rang. The kids who hadn't already, scrambled to take their seats right on time. The words "Mr. Ragnulf" were left on the board when he turned around.
"Alright everyone, class is in session," he smirked. "Ive always wanted to say that. Seriously though, I'm your new teacher, Mr. Ragnulf. Please do not try and shorten or do anything else to it when you talk to me, I like my name the way it is." He moved his hand under his chalk written name as he said it and spoke light heartedly with his Scottish accent accentuating his words. He stepped to his desk and pulled out a clipboard handing it to a kid in the first row. "Write your names on here unless you want to be counted absent, last person put it on my desk," he walked to the front of the class smiling at his students.
"Welcome to classical literature, for real this time. No more busy work you can get done in ten minutes and then slack off like your substitutes were giving you...you kids are going to work in this class, especially since we are apparently two lessons behind where we should be.". Silas really hated to slacking type of subs. These kids were going to hate him with how much catching up he'd have to put on them. "Any questions before we get started?"