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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Jul 16, 2007 12:05:17 GMT -8
Peregrine waited in his classroom.
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Post by Tobias Mhuir on Jul 17, 2007 14:36:16 GMT -8
Scipio walked in.
"Hi Professor." he said.
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Post by myinsanemind on Jul 17, 2007 22:07:57 GMT -8
Aya came in.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Jul 26, 2007 20:59:12 GMT -8
"Hello you two." Peregrine said. "What would you like to work on today? Grammar, writing fiction, non-fiction, fanfiction?" He grinned evilly. "Research papers?" he asked mockingly.
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Post by myinsanemind on Jul 29, 2007 19:48:27 GMT -8
Aya glared at him. "If we do research papers on anything but animals, Japan. England, or France, I'm leaveing right now.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Aug 7, 2007 11:15:22 GMT -8
"I was kidding." Peregrine said. Then he added. "You wouldn't want to do one on cookie dough?"
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Post by myinsanemind on Aug 15, 2007 18:15:21 GMT -8
"....ok so there ARE other things I would do a report on..." Aya huffed then cheered up and grinned.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Aug 27, 2007 15:53:42 GMT -8
((Naerra of Krynn is now taking over this class))
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Post by naerra on Sept 5, 2007 13:31:54 GMT -8
Naerra walked into her new classroom. Looking around, she saw several desks, several windows, and a chalk board. Squinting, picturing what her ideal classroom would look like, she raised her arms as though about to conduct an orchestra. She muttered a few words, then immediately items began to fly about the room-some that had already been there and some that had been conjured out of nothingness.
Alas, after a few moments, everything was in place. There were six long tables facing the front of the room made of oak. Four stools were placed behind each one. Quills, parchment, ink bottles, and candles were placed accordingly upon these tables, awaiting their new user. Dark red and golden hangings hung from the vaulted ceiling and fell intricately along the walls in some areas, giving the chamber a cushond look. A great chandelier hung from the middle rafter, casting glittering diamonds about, but not distractingly. A highbacked armchair stood behind the teacher's desk which was piled with necessary items. Bookshelves galore were placed along the walls, some enchanted to keep from deteriorating. Velvet drapes with gold trimming waved leisurly, cropping the beautiful view of the forest outside. A roaring fire jumped and flicked behind the teacher's desk. Naerra walked over to her chair and sat down. Very nice, indeed...
The grandfather clock struck the eighth hour. Her students should be filing in at any moment now.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Sept 5, 2007 14:30:19 GMT -8
Peregrine walked in first.
"Hello Professor." he said, then he stopped and looked around in wonder.
"Whoa," He said, "I never knew this was here."
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Post by Yuliya Dukhkin' on Jan 10, 2008 18:09:38 GMT -8
"Whoo hooo!" Yuliya shouted as she rushed into the class, arms full of more notebooks and journals then imaginable.
"Who wants to hear about all twenty of my latest story ideas?" she asked excitedly.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Jan 21, 2008 15:18:26 GMT -8
"Greetings Yuliya." Peregrine said, "How would it be if we discussed them later in my office?" Peregrine inquired. "Right now I am currently asking the members to tell me what they would like to study this lesson, grammar, language devices, etamology, etc...?" He said, wondering what would befall of this lesson, as so far it was going at a pace very strange indeed to him. So far he had not taught a class with a disposition as this one had obtained.
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Post by Yuliya Dukhkin' on Mar 28, 2008 9:20:21 GMT -8
"Ack. I better write them all down quickly now, or I'll forget them!" she quickly took out a green journal. "Unnamed story numero uno," she mumbled, "Girls time travel through rainbows...number two...girl works in inn...something exciting happens." She continued to write about seven more vague ideas and then looked up with her eyes sparkling.
"We could...talk about soliloquies," she suggested, trying to remember how to pronounce that dreaded word.
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Post by andromeda on Apr 18, 2008 19:11:05 GMT -8
Lark raced into the classroom, skidding to a halt before she crashed into anyone. "No running inside...no running inside..." she muttered to herself. It was one of her bad habits, although she saw no reason to slow down.
Easing the saddlebag that she had turned into a satchel off her shoulder, she slipped into the nearest seat. "Soliloquies. I love the technique but I hate the darn word!"
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Post by Yuliya Dukhkin' on May 20, 2008 20:11:21 GMT -8
"Hear hear! The world will be over when I spell that darn word right," Yuliya shouted, throwing her fist into the air. She was feeling very hyper, which meant bad news for her and the people around her, since she seemed to fall over a lot more when she was hyper, which she displayed as she careenedout of her chair, and then shouted, "I MEANT to do that." She quickly brought herself up again anf dusted herself off and then resumed a very prim and proper pose in her chair.
"We could always do poetry," she said, somewhat hopefully.
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