Zack2216
First Post
Once everyone has taken their seat and gotten settled and the bell has rang, and an old man with grey hair steps through the door to the desk in front of the class. Most of the students quiet down immediately quiet down. He looks asian, has tanned skin and dark brown eyes.
"Thank you class. My name is Mr. Obama. Hopefully today will be a good day for all of you. You get to see the school through new eyes, as the entire populas will be here. Today, I will be handing out text books, explaining the rules of my class, etc. Hopefully you are more mature than you were last year, but then again, such things would only normally be problems in America." He smirks at this momentarily, then stops when he sees a couple european students in his class. "Anyway" he says as he picks up a stack of papers to hand to each row, and they begin to pass them down "This year you will be learning about world history..." he goes off, talking about the course syllabus, etc. He passes out the class books, stating how homework will be done, etc. The class takes a long time, some of the students dosing off midway in his lecture on the importance of rules, etc, making more remarks about he poor disciplinary system in America.
After what seems forever, and your bags/backpacks a bit heavier, the bell rings, announcing the start of second period class. The P.E. building is outside of the main building, and as you walk towards it, you can see a couple pairs of older students riding golf carts up and down the paved path. Once you make it to your 2nd period class, You are greated by a lean blond, blue eyed female wearing shorts, a white T-shirt, and a whistle, as she directs each of you and the other arriving students to the main indoor basketball court. When the class has finished filing in, you notice that it is quite large, about 300 strong.
"Good morning, my name is Ms. Johnson, one of the several P.E. teachers here at Detchitoyo. My class is probably a little different from any P.E. classes that you have had before. I hand over the distribution of students to my 10 class administrators, who handle what tasks I give them for the day. Today, you will all get acquainted with the girls that will be running your portion of the class for the rest of the year. Girls take it away."
A girl steps out in front of the class, with 9 others in her wake. As soon as Ms. Johnson entered her office on the side of the gymnasium, she spoke, with spite in her voice, and cruel intention. "Good day freshmen. My name is Nicole Dust, but you may call me Ms. Dust, ok? In addition to running this class, I also participate in the G.S.C., of which Ms. Johnson sponsers. So lets begin shall we. We need each of you to seperate into 10 even groups. The sooner you finish, the sooner I will continue."
"Thank you class. My name is Mr. Obama. Hopefully today will be a good day for all of you. You get to see the school through new eyes, as the entire populas will be here. Today, I will be handing out text books, explaining the rules of my class, etc. Hopefully you are more mature than you were last year, but then again, such things would only normally be problems in America." He smirks at this momentarily, then stops when he sees a couple european students in his class. "Anyway" he says as he picks up a stack of papers to hand to each row, and they begin to pass them down "This year you will be learning about world history..." he goes off, talking about the course syllabus, etc. He passes out the class books, stating how homework will be done, etc. The class takes a long time, some of the students dosing off midway in his lecture on the importance of rules, etc, making more remarks about he poor disciplinary system in America.
After what seems forever, and your bags/backpacks a bit heavier, the bell rings, announcing the start of second period class. The P.E. building is outside of the main building, and as you walk towards it, you can see a couple pairs of older students riding golf carts up and down the paved path. Once you make it to your 2nd period class, You are greated by a lean blond, blue eyed female wearing shorts, a white T-shirt, and a whistle, as she directs each of you and the other arriving students to the main indoor basketball court. When the class has finished filing in, you notice that it is quite large, about 300 strong.
"Good morning, my name is Ms. Johnson, one of the several P.E. teachers here at Detchitoyo. My class is probably a little different from any P.E. classes that you have had before. I hand over the distribution of students to my 10 class administrators, who handle what tasks I give them for the day. Today, you will all get acquainted with the girls that will be running your portion of the class for the rest of the year. Girls take it away."
A girl steps out in front of the class, with 9 others in her wake. As soon as Ms. Johnson entered her office on the side of the gymnasium, she spoke, with spite in her voice, and cruel intention. "Good day freshmen. My name is Nicole Dust, but you may call me Ms. Dust, ok? In addition to running this class, I also participate in the G.S.C., of which Ms. Johnson sponsers. So lets begin shall we. We need each of you to seperate into 10 even groups. The sooner you finish, the sooner I will continue."
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