ReedRGale
Inkling Commander
It's near the end of the first day of school and finally everyone is getting to find some breathing room. Syllibi are in the hands of every student, packets that detail the little bits of every class. Some trash them immediately, still in denial that school has begun. Some read them fervently determined to memorize every little detail.
And as everyone files into their last class of the day, an elective required for anyone to graduate, communications. Many put off the class because damn, is it annoying to have to give speeches. Some resigned themselves to getting the class out of the way early. Some put it off until the very end. Whatever the reason, freshmen, sophomores, juniors and seniors alike all filed into the class one by one.
Mumbles of "is this the right classroom?" and murmurs of agreement drifted through the air as one by one, people took seats and already preemptively started forming cliques. Groups of people that had gone to school together and the exclamation of "you're taking this class too!" could be heard more than once as tables got dragged around the room into clusters.
And the only reason people could do that was because there was no teacher in the room to regulate these teens. Where was the teacher? As time went on, people started to wonder whether this was the right room. But then, ten minutes late, a middle-aged inkling, maybe in her late twenties, with her tentacles clipped up in a bun above her head rushed into the room. "Sorry, sorry, sorry!" she said as she came into the room, "so sorry I'm late oh kraken I--" she took a deep breath in, and out then as she exhaled put her huge stack of papers and books onto the teacher's desk.
She seemed to collect herself as she said, "hello everyone, I'm Ms. Caligo and I'll be your communication's teacher for the semester! How is everyone doing today?" Pep and spirit was met with a resounding "eh" from everyone else. Most of them were just ready to get out and enjoy the rest of the day.
"Um, here in Intro to Communications we try to emphasize being able to talk in all sorts of situations," she continued, "public speaking to a group of people, public speaking to a group over electronic means, one on one communication, the works. Um," she gathered up a stack of blue papers from her pile and started going around the now mostly clustered room of kids, handing out the syllabus, "I'm a little late, so I'll cut to the chase. I wanted to spend this class with a whole 'getting to know you' thing. You know. Games. Stuff, get us all together."
After she finished handing out the papers, which were met with responses varying from paper airplanes to folders in binders, she went on, "so, everyone take your chairs and form a circle. I know you just moved those desks," she rolled her eyes, "but you're probably going to need them out of the way."
It took about three minutes, but the group, grumbled and about three students actually managed to push apart the desks while other students, just angry they had to move, picked up their chairs and made something resembling a circle. Ms. Caligo set herself at the end nearest the door and peppily said, "okay, now, um, let's all go around and say our names." And one by one, everyone mumbled their name out or shouted or whatever they felt like. There were all kinds.
"Now... I'd like to promote a free discussion. I won't do much, but when I pop in, it'll be to get someone who isn't participating much to give a little bit. Now, whoever would like to begin, may begin. Just tell us about yourself."
((So everyone knows, if you want to finish the scene, end the post with ##Vote: End Scene and that'll be that. For now, hang out for the next two weeks. Scene changes on the 25th of August))
And as everyone files into their last class of the day, an elective required for anyone to graduate, communications. Many put off the class because damn, is it annoying to have to give speeches. Some resigned themselves to getting the class out of the way early. Some put it off until the very end. Whatever the reason, freshmen, sophomores, juniors and seniors alike all filed into the class one by one.
Mumbles of "is this the right classroom?" and murmurs of agreement drifted through the air as one by one, people took seats and already preemptively started forming cliques. Groups of people that had gone to school together and the exclamation of "you're taking this class too!" could be heard more than once as tables got dragged around the room into clusters.
And the only reason people could do that was because there was no teacher in the room to regulate these teens. Where was the teacher? As time went on, people started to wonder whether this was the right room. But then, ten minutes late, a middle-aged inkling, maybe in her late twenties, with her tentacles clipped up in a bun above her head rushed into the room. "Sorry, sorry, sorry!" she said as she came into the room, "so sorry I'm late oh kraken I--" she took a deep breath in, and out then as she exhaled put her huge stack of papers and books onto the teacher's desk.
She seemed to collect herself as she said, "hello everyone, I'm Ms. Caligo and I'll be your communication's teacher for the semester! How is everyone doing today?" Pep and spirit was met with a resounding "eh" from everyone else. Most of them were just ready to get out and enjoy the rest of the day.
"Um, here in Intro to Communications we try to emphasize being able to talk in all sorts of situations," she continued, "public speaking to a group of people, public speaking to a group over electronic means, one on one communication, the works. Um," she gathered up a stack of blue papers from her pile and started going around the now mostly clustered room of kids, handing out the syllabus, "I'm a little late, so I'll cut to the chase. I wanted to spend this class with a whole 'getting to know you' thing. You know. Games. Stuff, get us all together."
After she finished handing out the papers, which were met with responses varying from paper airplanes to folders in binders, she went on, "so, everyone take your chairs and form a circle. I know you just moved those desks," she rolled her eyes, "but you're probably going to need them out of the way."
It took about three minutes, but the group, grumbled and about three students actually managed to push apart the desks while other students, just angry they had to move, picked up their chairs and made something resembling a circle. Ms. Caligo set herself at the end nearest the door and peppily said, "okay, now, um, let's all go around and say our names." And one by one, everyone mumbled their name out or shouted or whatever they felt like. There were all kinds.
"Now... I'd like to promote a free discussion. I won't do much, but when I pop in, it'll be to get someone who isn't participating much to give a little bit. Now, whoever would like to begin, may begin. Just tell us about yourself."
((So everyone knows, if you want to finish the scene, end the post with ##Vote: End Scene and that'll be that. For now, hang out for the next two weeks. Scene changes on the 25th of August))
