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Post by >> may tyler on Apr 8, 2006 2:25:01 GMT -5
Literary Devices..
They said she could argue two sides of a coin. They said she could turn black into white. Today, however, May Tyler was in a bad mood. Instead of sitting at her usual place at the far, fore corner, May was tucked up by the window, leaning against it and staring blankly at the whiteboard, alternating chewing her pencil and doodling with it. Her softly hued blonde hair was tied up, clipped in place by a variety of flashy blue clips that seemed like they belonged in a ten year old's hair. All in all, not May's best day.
The girl's blue-green notebook's pages were jam packed with words and neat writing, rather crunched, as if the author was trying to see how much information she could pack into one page. However, the page entitle "April 8th, 2006" was empty. I need a break.. Was the only thought in her mind, though she knew she had only just arrived at GreenWood University. Not a good first impression. College was a bit more challenging than May had originally planned, but her personality brought her through the worst of it. She had passed midterms, and was now struggling through the tough drive towards the end of term.
I had better get a good grade..
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Post by Devy on Apr 8, 2006 2:36:03 GMT -5
( Nah- teachers are neutral characters, you can interact with them the same way you'd interact with a door, lol.)
God I hate this class. It wasnt that Olak didnt enjoy writing- literature was one of his favorites. Well-known for entering all sorts of political editorials into the local newspaper, you'd think this class would be the place for him. In truth it wasnt. For one main reason- his English wasnt that great. Why exactly did I enroll in a Canadian university? I should have gone back to Dusseldorf. His binder which sat on the desk- underneath his resting arm- was a mess of scribbled words and post-it-notes, all in words the teacher would never understand. God forbid an oral presentation would come about, pronounciation was never his strong point. Running his hand through his hair, he massaged his scalp brielfly, then dropped his arm back on the table with a noise a bit louder than he intended.
The rest of the class was hunched over their tables- in a large auditorium like a football stand. Down in the middle was the teacher behind a table, writing somthing on the whiteboard. Slowly he picked out the words, cursing the Enlgish language for its complexity. Licking his thumb, he flipped to the front of his binder, and scanned the list of projects to be done by the end of the week. Letter of introduction, Letter to the editor, creative righting, letter of complain, literary essay.. The quick scratching of pencil strokes by the other students was discouraging. Pulling out a blank sheet, he began his letter to the editor. It started off as a speculation on the difference between governing between German and Canadian politicians, but eventually turned into a roast on Stephen Harper. Grunting, he crumpled the paper into a ball and discarded it.
A slender blonde girl was sitting quietly to his right, chewing nervously on the end of a pencil. At least someone else is in the same position as me, he thought as he passed her a subtle smile.
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Post by >> may tyler on Apr 8, 2006 2:45:13 GMT -5
(Lol, Ok.. I've always wanted to compare my teacher with a door )
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Post by Devy on Apr 8, 2006 13:23:49 GMT -5
(( lol! Im finished))
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Post by >> may tyler on Apr 8, 2006 18:40:20 GMT -5
May turned to see another victim smiling at her, and she tossed him one of her own in reply. She noted that he didn't seem to be paying much attention either. The essay he discarded earlier wasn't hard to miss either.
Pulling out a blank sheet of paper, May scribbled two words on it, and crumpled it into a ball..
Essays Kill
She tossed it over onto his desk - the auditorium was huge, there was no way the professor would have noticed - unless she was really good, which May doubted. Instead, the girl pulled out another piece of lined paper and began to start her own essay. Creative Writing. It seemed to be the only one she had a chance of finishing and passing. She began to brainstorm, forgetting about the fact that there was a teacher in the room, walking about and drawling on about literary devices.
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Post by Dylan Leahway on Apr 9, 2006 12:33:04 GMT -5
Walked into the auditorium her bag slung acorss her shoulder. She pulled off her hat and stuffed it into her bag as she took a seat beind may. she palces her bag beside her as she took off her jean jackect full of patches and she got out her notebook and pencil. Her green eyes looked around the roomas she saw the other two. and went back to her sketch pad not feeling in the mood to write right then. essay were easy, english was easy for her. of course she always ahd a million ideas running through her head so that helped alot to. the teacher was about to walk by when she switched to her notebook and began to write. she had about a paragraph written when she walked passed and said "dont be late again" as she strolled by. She rolled her eyes and went back to her essay. she began to tapp her pen on her notebook.
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Post by Devy on Apr 9, 2006 18:29:42 GMT -5
Apparently, his attempts at discarding the unwanted letter were futile- as it quickly returned to him. Bouncing gently off the fold-out desk, it his the gound softly- the white blurr as it flew undetected by the tight lipped teacher. Beding over slowly, he scooped up the paper, pulling apart its rumpled edges and smoothing it out flat again, breifly scanning his writing and considering continueing. A small scribbled note on the edge had almost gone unnoticed. "Essays Kill".
His forehead wrinkled slightly as he squinted his eyes in reading it. Sounds like my essay is threatening me. Picking up his pen, he scrawled his own little addition to the note, glancing from the corner of his eye over to the young women who had just entered the room. She looked just about as sedective as a girl in a skin bar. Yet her grundy appearance and slightly bad attitude- tinged with the rebellion of a young child- was intruiging. To his right- daddies little blonde princess, to his left, daddies bad seed. Returning the paper to its crumpled state, he tossed it back to daddies princes with a quick flick of his wrist.
Essays kill... trees. I thought this place was a tribute to trees?
His own wry humour was not usually accepted well, but this was no more than a comment on paper. Glancing once more back to the bad seed, he looked her up and down. Her tattered jeans pached up in what was these days considered 'fashion'. Her hair dark, her eyes bright and sarcastic. Tucking his binder into his shoulder bag, Olak slid quietly out of his chair, and crept towards the door. Before completely dissapearing from the classroom, he looked back to the girls with a sly, inviting smile- nodding his head towards the outside of the door.
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Post by >> may tyler on Apr 10, 2006 3:21:14 GMT -5
May turned just in time to catch another girl walking into class late, without a care in the world. She had to admire her courage. If it were May, she probably would have skipped class without bothering to come at all - better than walking into class late and getting a scowl from the professor. To her surprise, Olak suddenly slipped off of his chair and began sliding towards the door. It surprised May that the professor could not see, but then again, there were about 60 other students in the room, and teachers weren't known for their street smarts.
May wanted to go with him, but somehow, she didn't find the idea of skipping a lesson right in the middle - no matter how boring it was - appealing. What would the professor do when she found them gone? She'd only just been accepted into GreenWood, and getting kicked out wasn't on the top of May's to-do list. However, this class wasn't proving useful at all, she knew it all..
Casting another quick glance over at the professor, May turned in her seat and scowled at Olak, finding herself unfairly mad at him. Why did he even give her this choice? Slipping out of her seat, bent double, May crept over to Olak.
"Metaphors are a foreign language to you, aren't they?
She hissed in his ear, pointing towards the door and stepping quickly over the threshhold and behind the wall. Getting seen out of her seat, on the floor, next to the door wasn't exactly a good way to start the new semester..
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Post by Dylan Leahway on Apr 10, 2006 9:33:16 GMT -5
Dylan sat her her seat tapping her pen on her desk making some annoying noise that 20 people sHHHHHHHed her about. "sorry" she mumbled as she slouched in her seat not wanting to draw anymore attention. She continued to go back to her essay she was about done, essays were a snap. She put her headphones on and continued to work as she watched the two students slipp away. "rebels" she said with a smirk as she went back to her essay writign about this boring subject. oh how she couldnt wait for art class. the smell of oils, the feeling od clay, the creativity in teh air.... she couldnt wait.
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Post by Morgaine Hetfield on Apr 14, 2006 16:56:36 GMT -5
Morgains scribbled the last sentence on her sheet and looked up at the clock on the wall behind the teachers table, it was early. She'd finished the tasks, she'd worked hard the whole time and now would have free time, it had been worth it. One subject she'd always loved was english, it was so easy. She often could't stand those boring themes they would give to write on but at least she didn't have to put a lot of effort in them to get high marks, she would get them anyway. She looked back down at the sheet, now she would just have to read through it a last time and then write it out neatly on a good sheet of paper. In a few minutes the paper was read and after a a quarter of an hour the copying was finished too. Morgaine smirked at her sheet of paper and then looker up to see who was entering the class, still the smirk on her face. So she came to welcome with a pretty strange expression a student that had the looks of a rebel, a tall girl with alternative clothing and attitude and, as some, but not her, might have thought, guts. Whe was definitely coming late, that girl, but she didn't appera to give a thing. The smirk did't fade as she watched the 'rebel' take a seat next to her and a small smile came on her lips as she followed with her eyes the guy in front of her and an other blond chick leave the class unnoticed. Typical, she thought, noone would ever pay attention in this class, it was pretty dificult if you knew you had a teacher that would let you get away with pretty everything. Morgaine put her essay in a folder and started packing up her stuff, then standing up and heading for the teachers table where she handed up her essay. Before going out through the large glass and wood door she gave a last glance to the rebel. Pity, she would have liked to get to know her, she seemed pretty nice. But judging from her looks there was a chance that she was an artist, just like her, maybe they would meet in art classes some time. Surely it was more probable than to meet her in english is she always came that late. Morgaine walked over the treshold, nearly dumping into the two standing outside the door. You're lucky she's not one of those strict teachers, otherwise what you've just done right now would have been a pretty foolish risk to take. she whispered to them, noiselessly closing the door behind her
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Post by Dylan Leahway on Apr 15, 2006 9:50:20 GMT -5
Stood up and walked to the teachers desk and handed inh er essay. it was a breeze she looked at the girl who just left "Hey wait up" she called to her. Dylan was new and wanted to meet some more people of her nature the girl also looked of as a artist she wanted to meet her own kind, the isnpirational ceative muses. She walked out the door and caught up with the girl. "Hey" she said "I'm Dylan" she said as she walked next to her adjusting her bag on her shoulder. Dylan took out her hat and pulled it over her auburn hair as she walked next to the girl. "its a good thing the teachers dont give a damn here, otherwise i would go insane... well maybe even more than i already am" she said with a laugh. she was tryign to start a covnersation with the grl and kenw the girl was probaly shy and quiet. the type that lock temselves in their room for hours drawing and painting and blaring music so no one can hear.
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Post by Morgaine Hetfield on Apr 15, 2006 11:46:45 GMT -5
Morgaine walked past the two who'd remained petrified at her coment and was about to turn the corner when the 'rebel' girl called her and with a few quick steps catched up with Morgaine. Dylan se said her name was,, She sounded friendly and outgoing, exactly as she'd thought she was, just lacking the slightly rough tone one would have immagined she had if judging by her appearance. Morgaine smiled at her and laughed at her comment about her own insanity, she seemed pretty autoironic, a thing Morgaine loved since she also often made jokes about herself. While they were turning she turned out her head to look at Dylan, crossing her fingers hoping no stepps would come, and held out her hand I'm Morgaine, pleasure to meet you she said with a friendly smile and with her left took the pencil she'd just remember aving left over her left ear out of her hair and threw it into her half opened bad that was hangnd losely over her shoulder. Like always she'd not resisted to take a sheet of paper and put it beside her essay and sketch on it every now and then when some good idea had come to her mind.
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Post by Dylan Leahway on Apr 15, 2006 16:21:25 GMT -5
"nice to meet you Morgaine" she said as she alas situated her sketch book in her bag so it hung loosley off her shoulder her eyes loooked ahead as she walked along side the girl. she sensed she was shy yes she knew thta and she seemed creative just the same "you an art major then" she asked. morgaine looked like teh creative type. not caring what others though but deep down they did. Dylan on the other hand didnt care but held her own troubles just the same. making herself different and cast aside most her life. "well imb eat you wanna get some coffee?"
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Mayria & Jakeup
Freshman
Myi-Was a blue and green Female Parret name Dolly| Jake-Has yellow Labardor Male Puppie Named Star
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Post by Mayria & Jakeup on Apr 15, 2006 22:13:19 GMT -5
a boy walked his plain jean paints yellow palid shirt and black jacket kind of look the boy to the end of the class room where his desk was loacted he sat down and went throug his books and pulled out an Black note book with white speaks all around in the name slot said Jakeup Melkayhe he opened it and pulled out a blue pencil and begain to wright under April 15 his hair hagging low below it
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Post by Morgaine Hetfield on Apr 16, 2006 5:13:55 GMT -5
Yup, I am she replied and turned again to watch where she was going. As she walked she glanced a few times sideways wondering what Dylan was thinking, she had a strange expression on her face, but for Morgaine it was the same in the end, she smirked, she belived in free thought and speach after all. She raised a hand and moved a few wisps that were falling right over her eyes to the sides. Then Dylan offered her to take a coffe with her Yeah, I would love to, wher's the caffeteria?she replied and smiled. What luck, the first person she met here was an artist, and even a nice one, not one of those freaks that would speak to noone and hang around alone all the time because they didn't know how to talk with people or despised them because of their banality. Not that she had anything against them, they were often really nice once you got to know them, she just didn't feel like having to start with such a challange right on her first day, and Dylan surely had no problems when it came to conversations she belived.
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