Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2014 3:00:18 GMT
(ooc: September 10th. Open to all in Will's world history class. Just a few minutes before class.)
"And... There. That should be the last of them."
Will had had a rather busy morning making sure he had enough books for the class. He'd just finished setting out two different books on each student's desk and looked rather proud of himself. Not that it was a problem for him to lift as many books as he had, being as muscle-y as he was, but still it had been an effort in and of itself. Nonetheless, Will had succeeded and looked quite proud of himself. With the task of getting everyone's books out so the students would have the required texts, Will turned his attention to the chalkboard and began to write. Periodically, he would glance at a sheet of paper to make sure he was writing everything down that he needed to cover. The first thing he wrote out in rather elegant handwriting was 'Professor Will Raynard', and beneath that he wrote 'World History'.
He had begun writing out the general syllabus of what the class would be covering, how assignments would be weighted and what grades would equal what letter in ranking, when he finally glanced up at the clock above the chalkboard. It indicated that there were only about five minutes left before class began. Soon he would be meeting his students for his first class. Later that day he'd also have another class for biology, but he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. At the moment, though, his concern was the first class. Would there be any lazy students? Students who wouldn't take him seriously? And what about students that learned to love the subject as much as he did? Will really couldn't wait to find out.
The bespectacled man glanced toward the doorway after writing out a few more details of the syllabus and smiled to himself when he caught sight of the first arrival.
"Ah, good timing. I trust you've come for world history?"
"And... There. That should be the last of them."
Will had had a rather busy morning making sure he had enough books for the class. He'd just finished setting out two different books on each student's desk and looked rather proud of himself. Not that it was a problem for him to lift as many books as he had, being as muscle-y as he was, but still it had been an effort in and of itself. Nonetheless, Will had succeeded and looked quite proud of himself. With the task of getting everyone's books out so the students would have the required texts, Will turned his attention to the chalkboard and began to write. Periodically, he would glance at a sheet of paper to make sure he was writing everything down that he needed to cover. The first thing he wrote out in rather elegant handwriting was 'Professor Will Raynard', and beneath that he wrote 'World History'.
He had begun writing out the general syllabus of what the class would be covering, how assignments would be weighted and what grades would equal what letter in ranking, when he finally glanced up at the clock above the chalkboard. It indicated that there were only about five minutes left before class began. Soon he would be meeting his students for his first class. Later that day he'd also have another class for biology, but he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. At the moment, though, his concern was the first class. Would there be any lazy students? Students who wouldn't take him seriously? And what about students that learned to love the subject as much as he did? Will really couldn't wait to find out.
The bespectacled man glanced toward the doorway after writing out a few more details of the syllabus and smiled to himself when he caught sight of the first arrival.
"Ah, good timing. I trust you've come for world history?"
