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Post by EMILIE GRACE BENNETT on Jan 17, 2013 22:20:05 GMT -5
Outfit - www.polyvore.com/untitled/set?id=12282562 Another day of classes has flown by, and it certainly kept Emilee Bennett on her toes. Good thing she wore some comfortable shoes to keep her feet from getting swollen and blistered. One class had a presentation in groups to do, that was crazy. Her AP Sophomores presented poetry but done in their own style; also very interesting. She just loved teaching her students the fundamentals of English, yet she made it fun and exciting. Most of the students request to be in her class because she makes learning so fun. Don't underestimate her fun and interesting ways of learning, because she is tough when it comes to papers, yet she may be willing to give you a second chance. The bell had just rung to release the students from their hours of learning, and they were finally free to go and have fun! Emilee sat at her desk, and said goodbye smiling. One of her students stopped and asked her about the marks he got on his paper. She was more than happy to explain. Once satisfied, he left the room, so once again leaving Emilee. She took a deep breath, to release her tightened nerves, and she reached for her pen, and her grade book. Time to enter grades! |
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Post by ARIEL CAROL LORE on Jan 18, 2013 2:20:12 GMT -5
Ariel watched the other students hurry out of the classroom. Normally she wouldn't ask for help because she felt like she was being weak, but she didn't want to fail English. She loved writing poems, songs, books, etc. Her only problem was how she was so hard on herself. She was constantly re-writing everything and nothing still ever seemed good enough. She'd gotten to a point in her life where she felt like nothing really mattered- especially writing. Why write and work on her talent when she'd just eventually die. She knew it sounded morbid but she just couldn't help it. None of her works would be remembered, anyway. All of the good authors were dead and gone and no writing style could be discovered and nothing of her work would be revolutionary. These negative thoughts ran through her mind and refused to leave- no matter how much she tried to make them. This whole way of thinking caused her to unconsciously slack off in her English class and she had a feeling that if she didn't get it together soon she'd fail. This came as a shock to her since she'd aced English all her life.
After a few days of wondering why she'd started doing so poorly in class, she came to the realization that her negative thoughts were causing her to be unmotivated. She needed to get rid of these thoughts soon or she'd be in trouble.
She looked over at Miss Bennett and wondered if she would be making a mistake. Randomly asking someone for help with English and telling them her personal thoughts made her feel weak. She was especially nervous because Miss Bennett was her teacher and might be mad at her for flunking. Not to mention the fact that Ariel had looked up to Miss Bennett ever since her first day of class. She'd come in during the middle of the year but never had to ask for help because she'd found it easy to pick up everything Miss Bennett was teaching.
But now everything about asking for help seemed wrong and her mind told her to run and not look back. But something about Ms. Bennett told Ariel that she could trust her.
She took a deep breath and flung her backpack over her back before walking over to her teacher.
"Uh, Miss Bennett?" She asked hesitantly. "I need to ask you a question, if that's okay? And I need to tell you something, though I'm pretty sure you've already figured it out."
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Post by EMILIE GRACE BENNETT on Jan 18, 2013 22:43:12 GMT -5
Emilee sat at her desk and sighed softly. Recording all these grades could be mind numbing, and mundane, but it had to be done. Otherwise the students would never know what they got on their papers. This was what she didn't like about teaching, granted that she loved teaching her students how to break apart a poem and write better papers, but just the math side of grading is what made her cringe. She turned on some music, playing it softly behind her, and then went back to her grading. The majority of her students were doing very well, which showed how much they were absorbing the material that she was teaching, but on the downside some of her students still were making just an average C in her class. Here she was a teacher who strives to keep all her students at B level, and some come off with a C. Where was she going wrong?
Emilee brushed some of her hair back and closed her grading book, and pulled out her lesson log checking to see what she had going on tomorrow. Better to be ahead than do things last minute. She was caught off guard when she heard a knock at her door. She looked up and saw Ariel. She gave her a kind smile and ushered her in. " Sure, come on in Ariel. What can I help you with?." she said and closed her lesson book.
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Post by ARIEL CAROL LORE on Jan 19, 2013 0:40:15 GMT -5
Ariel's worry was slightly put to rest by Emilee's easy-going personality, but she still felt anxious.
"Uh- Well... I've been thinking, and my thoughts have caused me to slack off in English. I'm sure you've seen that. The truth is I love English and writing but I just started thinking..."
She shook her head. She couldn't believe she was about to tell someone her negative thoughts. She felt embarrassed as she spoke.
"I started thinking -I know it'll sound stupid- about how we all die eventually so what's the purpose of using our talents? Especially when there are no more writing styles to be made and revolutionary works will never happen again. All the good authors are dead and gone and no author in this time will go down in literature history. It's not like we're making a difference with our writing so what's the point?"
She blinked back tears and continued. "I never used to think like this but ever since-" She stopped. She wasn't going to bring someone down with the story of her past, so she would correct herself. "Lately I've been having these thoughts and I can't get rid of them, no matter how hard I try."
She sighed and shrugged. "Anyway, the point of all this is that I realized I've been slacking off in English without meaning to. I don't want to fail and I'm not bragging but I've always aced English. So this is kind of a shock to me. I guess what I'm asking is: have you ever had thoughts like this? Probably not because they're pretty stupid. And do you have any idea about what I could do to start wanting to write again and feel like I have a purpose?"
She felt like she was rambling and she sighed again. "I'm sorry," she said, shaking her head. "You don't want to hear this. I'm sorry I asked."
She kept back tears of shame as she looked at Emilee, trying to see what the woman thought of her craziness.
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