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| My Teacher's Crush; Claimed | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 5 2010, 07:48 PM (244 Views) | |
| Dreamy Ideal | May 5 2010, 07:48 PM Post #1 |
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you can be king
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Seth Gates Though he loved his job, there was one aspect of it that was always so heartbreaking. Seth couldn’t stand the day right before all of the public schools let out for summer break. He was as masculine as any of his friends but anybody that could stand in a room full of crying 5 and 6 years old and not be moved to sobbing themselves had to be soulless. The day always started out fine but every year he had to break it down for one student that Mr. Gates wasn’t going to be their teacher anymore, another broke out into tears claiming that they were going to miss the man, then another cried because their friend was crying and soon enough everyone was in a circle around his legs, a sobbing wreck made out of all of them. Then the parents would file in and wonder why the guy they entrusted their kid to for several hours a day was crying harder than any of the kids were. Seth just got attached to his set of kids and it was so hard seeing them upset and telling them that they couldn’t come back to his class. For every downside in his teaching job there was an upside, and the up to his last day of school worries was Open House. Though it was a late summer Saturday morning Kennedy Elementary School was alive and buzzing, classrooms filled with various teachers readying their environment to host their new students and their parents. Much like his sadness happiness came with every open house for Seth who was very content with spending a day in his room cleaning up and making sweet gifts for the kids and boring but necessary information packets for the fellow adults that would be looking to him to be a trustworthy soul for a year. Seth was parked at his desk, busy crafting a small candy bouquet out of lollipops, Air Heads and other various kinds of sweets as the year’s gift. Normally he would have gotten something tangible like a small stuffed animal or toys or a book, something that they could bring back to talk about at the end of the year, but when budget cuts came all of his personal cash went to funding the things he needed to have in the classroom to do his teaching job, thus all of his fun stuff suffered. He doubted that the kids would care all that much though. In fact he was positive that they would prefer candy from their very first teacher instead of stuffed animals. The toys were more for the parents than anything; he had to impress them as well. The teacher could find another way to manage that task, he always managed. “Nice looking classroom Seth!” Hearing a voice in a room that was formally just full of jazz melodies Seth pulled his eyes away from his gift making and to the door, looking at the woman that was slowly making her way into the large room. She took a few more steps forward and spun around, looking to the little reading area that the man set up that morning and back towards the cubbies that he’d spent a majority of his yesterday scrubbing and freeing up from spiders and other bugs that would bring some negative reactions from the kids. “The walls are a little bare, but you’re doing a lot better than I am.” Seth grinned, putting his accomplished candy bouquet with the dozen or so others he created over the morning. “I’m going to let the kids color some of the classroom decorations this year.” The brunette claimed, resting on his elbows as Rebecca poked her heads around corners and looked at the carpeting on the ground. “That and I still haven’t laminated all the grass for the Fantasy Jungle theme. It’ll probably take me right up until the first day to finish all of that since Alford hasn’t got any of the machines in the work room fixed.” The fellow Kindergarten teacher hummed out an agreement, stopping her roaming around the classroom and moving to the desk Seth was sitting at off in the corner. “So…how did things go this summer between you and…Molly?” Rebecca question with a smirk, sliding to sit on an empty space that Seth cleared for her. The man sighed, turning down his radio and picking up a sucker. “There is no more me and…Molly.” Seth didn’t know why Rebecca chose the name that she did but there it was, the topic that he didn’t want to talk about going into the new school year. Another better aspect of being a teacher was getting a clean slate consistently after 9 months and Seth used it to his benefit, not only when it came to education but to his failed love life as well. It was a little difficult however when just three months prior he was gushing about everything that was…Molly. “…She’s…well, she’s just not in the picture. Want a sucker?” He offered the woman a stray piece of candy to get the subject to change. That was still such a sore topic. “No, I would like to talk about…Molly.” Rebecca claimed, pushing the hand away and leaning closer to Seth. “What happened?” “I’d rather not talk about it in my shiny new classroom with bug free bleached cubbies and Stan the guest goldfish.” He jerked his thumb towards the class pet that was going to hang around until they were deep enough into the year to pick out an official pet. “I want to exude nothing but positive. You know these kids can pick up on scandal from miles and years away.” Seth spoke from many prior experiences, crafting his next candy bunch. “Then they go home and tell their parents and then I’ve got to deal with ‘I knew we should have put Little Jane in a woman’s class’ all year.” That very rarely happened, but honestly he didn’t want to get on depressing subjects when he was getting ready to meet his brand new class. Genuine smiles were better to greet them with as opposed to the ones that hid his unhappy mood. Rebecca took the hint and gave it up, talking instead about the new staff that Seth had to help around earlier in the summer and their cheap principal expecting them to provide a world class education on a budget that frankly put teachers more in debt that having a job should do. Eventually 2 PM rolled around and Seth’s classroom was polished pretty, various toys, coloring materials and papers set out on the small tables and all of the boring parental stuff set on the larger ones. After he made sure that everything was cleaned and ordered Seth stepped outside his propped open door, standing up beside it and waiting for the makings of his new class to start trickling in. Seth looked up and down the hall. The man was unique in the school, the only male Kindergarten teacher in the surrounding 3 school districts. Surrounded by a bunch of cute, tiny female teachers he was also the tallest, standing at 6’2”, sometimes making him the tallest person his students had ever seen. Often to make them more comfortable he wore a pair of fake glasses frames which always seemed to work. He never questioned why the children liked his dorky appearance instead of his polished one, simply going with the flow. That afternoon was no different, his khaki and dress shirt look topped off with the fake frames. As he greeted the parents coming in and told them to look around and take a seat he got some questioning looks when they noticed that there were no lenses in his frame but Seth kept a big disarming smile on his face as he waited for the rest of the class to stream into the school. ((For this dolls I will be needing a parent of one of Seth’s students~ I’d like the kid to have somewhat of an active role and not be just pushed into the background after the characters have the first meeting. As the title suggests I want Seth to be the one after your character, so I would like a guy that’s a bit tough to get. Yay challenge! If you want the characters to already be familiar with each other in some way or you want to suggest some joint past, I’m cool with that. Them being strangers starting out is also good for me too. PM me if you want to claim/chat about it~)) |
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| Kya | May 16 2010, 08:29 PM Post #2 |
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~+Smex Kitten to the Gods+~
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Stephen Hayes 1 2 3 Alma Hayes 1 2 ------ "Daddy, do we have to go to school? Can't I just stay home and color pictures and play around with the horses like I always do? Pleeeeeeease Daddy..." Alma was clinging to her father's leg, those precious blue eyes staring all doe-like up at him, she even had the audacity to fill those pools of blue with tears. Great, how was he supposed to go through with this whole school thing when his daughter was so damn convincing. The fact that she was of age was one thing, and the other factor was that his late wife would be turning in her grave if he didn't go through with it. So he had to toughen up and for once tell his daughter no. Bending at the knees he reached his hands around his leg and untangled Alma from death hold on him and leveled with her. The first thing he did was tuck some blond hair behind her ear and then brushed away those tears before speaking. "You have to go to school dear, Mommy would have wanted you to go. Plus you are going to love it. You'll get to play around with a lot of kids your own age and get snacks and color and do all sorts of fun things. It will be only for a few hours every day and then I'll be able to pick you up and you can come home and help me with the horses like you always do... nothing much will change between us" The entire time he was running his fingers across her head, that always seemed to calm her and it seemed that she was latching onto his words like candy. Already there was that smile coming back on her lips. "You promise?" She asked, rocking on her toes a bit. "Of course, now finish getting ready and we'll go meet your new teacher." Stephen sighed when Alma bounced off and into her bedroom to finish getting dressed and doing her own hair. They had learned quickly that Stephen just had no talent in that department and let Alma do her own hair after he had tangled the blond strands into something worse than a rat's nest with a brush and a scrunchy. Stephen though did his best, he had to since his wife died in childbirth. Emily had already been very weak and pregnancy had not treated her well, but she fought through it because she wanted to be a mother more than anything and she wanted to have a family with Stephen, but she lost the fight and not too minutes after Alma was born did Emily pass away. It had been hard for Stephen, so hard for him to accept that his wife was gone and at first he had blamed Alma... but he realized it was impossible to place the blame on an innocent child, the only thing he had left in connection to his wife. And he knew this was what Emily wanted more than anything so blame quickly turned into love and devotion and ever since he did everything he could to raise Alma to the best of his abilities. They lived together on a small ranch just outside the city, it wasn't anything more than a house and stables that housed three horses but it was their home and they spent every day riding horses together and just being a family. Stephen and Alma had not spent more than an hour or so apart and now Alma was at the age where she was entering kindergarten and would be spending entire days in school. He wasn't sure if this was tougher on him or his daughter, either way they would get through this, they always did. ---- Hand in hand, father and daughter walked through the halls of the new school, it was a type of orientation day when they would get a chance to see the school and meet the teacher. It was nerve-wracking, but Stephen had to hold it together, if Alma felt his nerves that would only make it worse and she seemed to be enjoying herself. Looking at the pictures on the walls and all the classrooms and watching kids walking around with their parents as they walked down different hallways, now that she was here she knew she wouldn't have to worry about being afraid to leave her Daddy to go to school. With his free hand, Stephen pulled the piece of paper out of his jean pants pocket and looked over it to get the room number and teachers name. He then looked up at the doors and found that they had already passed the room. Backtracking he came to the open doorway to see a bunch of kids and their parents were already there. Stepping inside he was the picture of a parent who was completely unsure of himself, but that was only because he never thought he would be doing this alone. The first thing he eye was drawn to was a man with glasses, glasses that didn't seem to have lenses. Strange, but he was sure the man had his reasons, "Is this Mr. Gates room?" He had no way of knowing that this man was in fact Mr. Gates, the picture he had in mind was an elderly chap. "My daughter Alma..." he then gestured for his daughter to come forward, to which she offered a wide grin to the man, "...is going to be in his classroom and I just want to make sure we are in the right room." |
| <div align=right> ~~~Keep Smiling, it makes people wonder what you are up to. </align> | |
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| Dreamy Ideal | Jun 8 2010, 02:31 PM Post #3 |
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you can be king
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When a decent amount of students and parents filtered into the classroom Seth made like all of the females that were stationed at doors lining the hall and stepped into the room. Hanging by the doorway for a moment he took the time to scan all of the life in his room and get a good first impression of the parents standing around the adult sized furniture while they waited for him. Like a lot of classes before them Seth found that they weren’t as patient and willing to wait for instructions as the kids. They were flipping through papers that the teacher didn’t recall telling them that they were free to grab while the ones he expected to run around and make the room theirs were just looking around hesitantly and clinging to their parents’ legs. Never fails. Since the adults were helping themselves to the information packets that were settled on the tables Seth turned his attention to the children that looked completely oblivious about what they were supposed to be doing and yet excited about being able to do it. “Hey everyone, we’ll get started in just a second, I want to wait a little longer for the others to get here. Until then, I want everyone to find their seats!” The teacher drew attention to himself and gave his first directions enthusiastically, tucking his hands into his pockets. For some it took a little coaxing from their parents but eventually all of the kids started moving towards the less daunting looking tables, searching for the pieces of construction paper with their names written on them. “While I’m talking to the adults you guys can start decorating your name cards! There are a box of crayons and markers at each table and some stickers too. There’s only one per table so please share with your table mates.” Seth smiled wide as the kids started recognizing the familiar collection of letters that made up their name, pointing out their discovery to their parents and pulling out their chair proudly like it was their reward. He couldn’t help but find it cute that both Ashley G’s ran into one chair at the same time and tried to figure out which Ashley G was which. The teacher hoped to avoid any real problems during the first week by sticking all of the girls things right next to each other until they decorated and individualized so it didn’t matter which Ashley they picked and they seemed to have that same idea that their teacher had, immediately chatting to see what different colors and pictures they were going to use. As he was doing his observations and walking quietly from one spot in the room to another he was approached by a dad asking him if the room belonged to…well him. Seth was approached from his side so he turned to face the man, jaw almost dropping when he did. My oh my was he a good looking guy. Before he could reprimand himself for putting any emphasis on the parent’s appearance like he was taught not to he was being introduced to one of his students. “You are in the right place.” Seth confirmed with a big smile aimed at the man before turning to Alma. “And it’s nice to meet you Alma. I hope you’re excited about being in my class.” Turning to his nearby desk, Seth plucked up the basket of candy bouquets he created earlier. “I wonder if you would like to do a favor for me and pass out a bunch of candy to each student.” The dark haired teacher offered, holding out the basket. |
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