I do hope it is on Elective Hall

Laura Keaton

April 23, 2005 5:27 PM

There's a foul plot a foot by Laura Keaton

Laura heard Asher mumble something to herself about her favorite class, and then the comment, "What a great year this is going to be." The phrase was so full of sarcasm someone could have rung it out.

Laura was about to comment back that the other classes would surely be better, when she got the distinct feeling that someone was looking at her. Swiveling her head around, she panned across the classroom before seeing two boys on the far side staring in her and Asher’s direction. Wondering what was up with them, Laura turned back to Asher, still trying to ignore that ‘being looked at’ feeling.

“Don’t let her get to you,” Laura told Asher, referring to the professor. “If you think about it, even Muggles learn astronomy. But we’re at magic school, so is astronomy even all that important? I mean, we don’t even get to learn how to hex things in this class.” Laura grinned widely at the thought of learning hexes; she had several cousins lined up in her head who she’d like to practice them on.
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Professor Dione

April 23, 2005 8:04 PM

I do hope it is by Professor Dione

Professor Dione walked from student to student, paper to paper, an almost endless amount of evaluating, but if it would help her find any mistakes that needed to be corrected, then it would be worth it. Already, she was seeing common wrong answers in need of correction, but overall, a fairly decent class.

Looking at a certain student's paper, Anne Wright at the top of the page, she noticed that it was an example of one of the better papers she had looked over. The one she had missed was only partially incomplete, and at least she knew what the Galilean moons were. The only question she had completely wrong was the bonus. Morgan le Fay? It didn't matter much, however. It was merely bonus. The fact that she did so well on the rest of the questions was most important.\n\n

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Zack Dill

January 23, 2007 9:29 PM

Question After Class by Zack Dill

He'd had a great time playing the gameboy during class, only barely able to give it up when the lesson ended, and then he gave a guilty look to the disassembled electric razor and put it back together quickly before making his way to the front of the room. By the time he finished with the razor, most everyone else had gone, so he didn't feel like too much of a dork as he approached the professor to ask the question that had been itching at him for most of the summer.

"Professor, I don't know if you're the one to ask or if it's even possible, but I come from a normal family that doesn't have magic, and I'm starting to have concerns about college because I'm not getting formal training in important subjects like mathematics, sciences, history, and English. I've been using the Science section of the library to keep up with my grade level in physics and chemistry, but I'm still weak in biology and Earth Science. And while I have access to important literature, I really don't get the same things out of reading them that English teachers do, so I don't feel adequately prepared there, either.

"Also, I have no basis for calculus. I've tried to teach myself but it's really theoretical and I'm not sure I'm getting it right. Is there any way I could take lessons in some or all of these subjects either from one or more of the professors here or take transfer classes with a normal high school somewhere else in Arizona?"\n\n

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Veronica Kerrigan, Aladren

December 19, 2010 12:32 AM

I'd rather not. by Veronica Kerrigan, Aladren

Veronica wasn’t really sure why she had opted to take Divinations. It wasn’t really considered an appropriate class for one such as herself. And she didn’t really need a boost in grades. Though, she pretended like her head was full of fluff, it really wasn’t. Secretly, she did well in classes, but if Rachel or anyone else asked about a grade, she would just say she got an A. A was a reasonably acceptable grade for a lady, because it showed that she was intelligent enough for any proper pureblood male without outdoing him. So, why was she here? Slight boredom, morbid curiosity.

Unfortunately, professors seemed to think it was cute to call them things like kids or, in this case, munchkins. Really, did they not realize how degrading it was to say such things? They weren’t firsties anymore. Everyone in the room was at least third years if not older. They were all teenagers, which in her mind meant they were quite close to being adults and in fact, she thought she was more mature than some adults at this school. Namely those that taught a certain class that started with a T. Seriously, orange leopard print slippers? Slippers? It was completely not professorlike. Professors were supposed to wear robes and dress shoes and such.

Oh, well. The rest of this professor didn’t seem completely atrocious so Veronica supposed she could forgive her for the munchkin comment. Of course, this was before at the end of the lesson she stated that she would be heating their water for them. Even first years were allowed to heat their own potions so why couldn’t the Intermediate level heat their own water? Granted, she never did such things at home, but this woman was merely doing it because she thought they were ‘munchkins.’ It was completely humiliating, but whatever.

Veronica squared her shoulders and stuck her nose up in the air. If the woman insisted on treating them like they were children, then she would simply act like the woman was nothing more than a common servant. In a way it was true. Her father and grandmother funded her education and that’s how this woman got paid so really saying such wasn’t a lie. Besides, it wasn’t like she would be teaching them anything useful. Supposedly, they had to learn to read some leaves in a cup in order to move on to clairvoyance? As if that could actually be taught. This was by far her most amusing class of the term. She couldn’t wait to see what the next lesson was. Would it be moving on to reading curdled milk?

All set, she sipped on the tea, which was simply awful. Thankfully, she had enough practice doing such things from tea parties to politely drink it. Her grandmother always served one of the less stringent teas like peppermint or chamomile, which she tended to enjoy. Though, she guessed that tea reading required a certain type of tea or else it wouldn’t be quite as effective. Of course, this was if one actually believed that anything significant could be found in the way tealeaves settled in a cup. Looking at hers, Veronica highly doubted it. Turning to the person closest to her, she held out her cup, “Can you actually make out any shape in this, because I certainly can’t.”

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