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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 1:21 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 1:21 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 1:22 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 1:25 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 1:28 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 1:30 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 1:36 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 1:37 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 1:40 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 1:42 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 10:46 am
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The professor shed a single tear, which trickled down her wrinkled face until she wiped it off with a finger, at Shun and Mac's quarrel, as well as Tro's bravery for standing between two boils in a fight; however, she had to wonder if the boil's display of bravery had anything to do with the fact that his ghoulfriend was watching...
The thought made her excited; this was exciting. It made her feel young again - although working with scarelings often do - and she had nothing but praise for the students in her class. Thus, unable to contain all her feels, the elderly woman clutched her hands to her chest and, seemingly out of nowhere, exclaimed, "OH, YOUTH! THIS IS THE POWER OF YOUTH!"
Youth...
...Youth...
...Youth
The exclamation echoed through the empty auditorium, and all the while, the professor practically beamed at the students, "Now then! The last task is very simple! It's called a Cumulative Poem. As the name suggests, this poem is a group effort. What you do is write one line, and pass it onto the next person. The next person will read that line, write his or her own, and then fold the paper in such a way that only the line above that is exposed before passing it on. The next person will then write his or her line based on the line directly above it, and repeat the process... I'll write the second line, and then read the poem out to you once everyone had their turn."
She chuckled, looking around before her gaze settled on Shun, "Why don't you start us off? I will go next, followed by Petro, Lattice, and then Mac... Who will bring the poem back to me so we can all enjoy it." She was sure that she had manged to pick up all of their names correctly... The benefits of a small class!
Grabbing a pen and paper on her way back to the stage, she then sat down on the edge before waving the reaper over with an almost knowing smile, "Shun! Come here and tell me your line, so that the others won't hear. I'll write it down for you."
OOC: THIS MIGHT GET MESSY, so bear with me please! ;; What to do:
DO type down one line, and send it to the person directly after you + Dragain via IM or PM; whatever is more convenient for you. DO NOT show your line to anyone but the person directly after you! For example: Alibaba -> Batman -> Catman -> The next person Alibaba writes 'Music is awesome', and PMs this to Batman and Dragain. Batman writes 'Except songs sung by the dishonored cow', and PMs this to Catman and Dragain. Catman writes 'Because the dishonored cow is cute', and PMs this to the next person and Dragain. Yes, the idea is to continue the poem based only on the line directly after yours! The order: Blade -> Dragain -> Huni -> Pales -> Enoh
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 10:52 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 7:20 am
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"Now, let's see-" Professor Poppins had taken the paper from Mac, and unfolded it, reading through the poem. There was a moment of silence, but that was quickly followed by laughter as she covered her mouth with one hand, trying to contain it, "Fantastic! Here I go...
Mac is an a** And what a fine a** that is! Go on and show 'em what else y' got. We'll show them how hard we fight. Against Majestic Sea Turtles."
There was another pause, and then the professor started laughing again, "Majestic Sea Turtles! Ah, that was unexpected... But fantastic. Thank you. All of you." She pushed herself up to stand on the stage, beaming at the students, "I hope that we'll see each other again someday... However, it's farewell for now." She seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then added as an afterthought, "They say that all the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players... If that's true, the play that we're hosting is not theatre. It is creative play. Improvisation. There is no script, and you only have one shot at reacting to events... So make yourself a star, and hold the people and principles you care about close to you. We all have regrets, but it's how you make up for those regrets, rather than wallow in it, that makes all the difference."
And with that parting line, the lights that were focused on the stage turned off completely, and the Professor vanished as music begun to play once more...
OOC: -> Thank you all very much for your participation! -> GM'ed Classes are worth 2 RP points for participating. -> Feel free to post a 'wrap up' post.
... Yeah, classroom subforum now... 8T
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