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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2014 9:42 pm
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Kevin smiled sincerely as he looked around his newly remodeled room. "Looks good if I do say so myself!" The blond had taken two whole days to spice the classroom up with little things such as posters, paintings, photographs, and other French-related items. "I hope everyone enjoys the look of the room as much as I do." He walked between the desks until he reached his own personal spot. He ran his hand over the top of his 'Bureau' as the French would call it.
Kevin was happy to be teaching again. It had been just over a full year since he quit working at a high school in Britain. He'd decided to take a hiatus from his job so he could travel the world. In the end, he was able to visit over 30 different countries, 24 states, and 2 provinces. He was overjoyed when he was informed of job openings at Princeton Academy. Without hesitation, he rejoined the teaching business.
"How nostalgic." He gave a soft, warm-hearted smile as his his skin roamed over the wooden desktop. "Oh," he laughed, "I'm beginning to sound like an old man!" He removed his hand before setting the last of the materials out on the desks. Once the papers, packets, and textbooks were in their appropriate spots, he sat in his chair, waiting, for his students.
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Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 6:28 pm
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❦Samuel Barr❦xxxxx xxxx❝The Introvert❞
A teen with shaggy- though not unruly- blonde hair stepped onto the campus of the school his parents had arranged for him to attend. Said parents hadn't said anything as he had left that morning, him arriving at the school about an hour later. It was the kid's first day here in this school, having moved from Montreal, Canada a few weeks prior to today. He wore a pressed, white button down shirt with a gray waistcoat about his torso and a silver watch was clasped around a thin wrist. Gray slacks were sported on his legs with a black belt to hold them at his waist where his shirt was tucked in, his legs ending with dark loafer-clad feet. The boy was relatively tall, standing at an even six feet, and his figure was trim and fit without being bulky akin to that of a swimmer's build. The young man's peachy complexion was flawless with the exception of a few, pale freckles that dotted the apples of his cheeks and his shoulders. One hand he had stuffed into a front pocket while the other remained at his side as he stepped into the building, dark-brown, disinterested eyes scanning the area as he took in the sight of other students bustling about before the first classes of the day would take place.
The boy's name was Samuel Barr, and as it were he wasn't very excited to be here. Well, that's as if he were ever particularly excited about anything, which Sam never was. The boy of seventeen years of age had never much cared for school. It wasn't that he necessarily disliked it, per-say, but all throughout his academic career he'd excelled at nearly everything he did, with the exception of athletics. Sam hadn't the desire to take up a sport, finding it to be far too messy for what its worth. Other than that, however, he was pretty much golden.
The prudent boy had taken the time to memorize most of the information on his schedule; however, locating his classes and locker would prove to be a challenge in itself. The first class he had was French, which he'd signed up for an easy A (seeing as he was a Québécois meant that the French language was just as much a part of his culture as was English). Sam was aware that he could easily test out of a foreign language course to receive full credit, but ultimately decided against it. If anything, it would be a good period for studying or working on assignments for other classes.
Samuel managed to make it to the French room with the assistance of a school layout that he'd picked up from the front office. The first thing the teen noticed was the array of vibrant colors throughout the class. It was much brighter in here than he'd previously expected, but after only a moment's hesitation he crossed the door's threshold and stepped towards a seat across the room beside the window in the second row. With a glance towards the man he inferred to be his professor, Samuel nodded in acknowledgement and took a seat, waiting to be instructed. OOC: Today I Am Wearing...Hello! It looked rather empty here and thought I'd send my boy on over. ^^
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 2:48 pm
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Once no one had come in for a while Kevin decided to go on his laptop. He sifted through and edited some of the photographs that were on his computer. It wasn't really a huge secret but Kevin loved taking pictures of the world and people around himself. He continued messing around on his P.C. until he spotted movement out of the corner of his eye.
"Bonjour," he quickly shut his laptop and stood up to greet the students. "Je m'appelle Kevin Jones. S'il vous plait appelez-moi M./Monsieur Jones," he spoke with a genuine smile. "Hello everyone," he began to speak English for those who were unfamiliar with the French language. "If you don't already know, I just said that I'm Kevin Jones and would liked to be called Monsieur Jones." His pink irises moved from left to right as he studied the small crowd before him.
"Now then, if you've already taken a French class or grew up with the language, I ask that you write down the word 'avancé' on the sticky note that has been placed on your desk. For those of you that decided to take on French for the first time, I ask that you write the word 'débutant' which means beginner." He spelt the two French words on the large expo board that was nailed to the wall behind (and to the right of) his desk. "Once that is done, I'd like for you to spend about five minutes looking over the purple packet that is sitting on your desks. That is a 4 page packet that has American words that derived from the French. Once I see that everyone has been reading, I'll switch onto our next task." He smiled, "you may begin."
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 5:50 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 1:09 pm
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 2:41 pm
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 2:56 pm
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 8:54 am
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 12:42 pm
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 1:28 pm
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┏————————┓ мιтsυ ѕoυndleѕѕ voιce " тнaт voιce ғroм вeғore, reѕoυndѕ even now " ┗————————┛ Mitsu tilts his head back, hearing a voice that he didn't know. It was the teacher. He smiled, hearing the French, such a beautiful language. It was soothing to him, very much so. Mitsu hadn't ever traveled other than from his home in japan to here. He listened to Jason and nodded. Actually, Mitsu couldn't talk at all, but when hes excited or hyper, he could use telepathy, or could do so completely with other creatures who weren't human, but most were at this school. Mitsu would have written down a greeting, but he was not going to let go of either male's hands.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 8:39 pm
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 8:49 pm
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 9:54 pm
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┏————————┓ мιтsυ ѕoυndleѕѕ voιce " тнaт voιce ғroм вeғore, reѕoυndѕ even now " ┗————————┛ Mitsu smiled gently and nodded. Reluctantly, he pulled his hands from the two males and slid his backpack off his back, taking out the planer and the pencil. Turning to one of the blank pages, he wrote 'I can still write.' This time, the words were in English. He held the planer so everyone could read it. Making sure the teacher saw it, he then wrote 'I am Mitsu. Please be kind to me.' He offered a gentle smile to the teacher, his Japanese heritage showing through with his greeting; a greeting that he didn't give Jason, because Victor seemed more strict than the PE teacher. Turning it a little, he also showed it to Lestat, his smile shifting from the French teacher to his new friend.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 10:24 pm
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