Post by LAWSON RAYNARD ANDREWS on Sept 18, 2013 16:49:20 GMT -5
It was the second week into classes and so far everything was going good. The students seemed to be retaining everything and Lawson had only had to shush them twice so far. But it was still fresh into the school year, and soon there would be more misbehaving. So right now Lawson was just going to enjoy the peace. The students seemed to like him, though. He'd heard from a lot of previous students that he was a great professor and always kept class interesting, and that was always exciting for him to hear. He never wanted to bore the students. In fact, he'd often tell them to let him know if he was losing them or being boring.
When the bell rang and the class was in session, Lawson began by taking roll. When he got to Emma Miller he frowned for a brief moment. He remembered her name because he'd made a note two days ago that she hadn't been turning in her work. He'd had the students turn in two essays. One for summer reading and one on what they hoped to get out of the class. Homework was to also be turned in. And surprisingly everyone had turned their projects in. All except for Emma Miller. And as he thought about it, she didn't seem very participative in class. It almost seemed like she was bored or disinterested or had her mind on other things, and that wasn't a good sign. He made a mental note to see her after class.
Near the end of the class he was being his usual entertaining self and wrote on the board as he talked.
"And that is why Lee Harvey Oswald… Nah, I'm just messing with you. I've just always wanted to say that." Chuckles could be heard throughout the room. "Anyway, Reagan was able to use humor and subtlety to answer kindly to Carter's criticism. Usually I'd tell you all to stay away from improvising or ad-libbing during debates, but in a case like this I think it's a good idea. But, you know, only if you make sure not to say anything stupid or cause more problems for yourself." More chuckles, and then the bell rang. Zippers could be heard everywhere as the students got out their backpacks and stuffed their books into them. Lawson called out a reminder over the noise that the essays he'd had them write were going to be given back to them on Thursday.
"Oh, and Miss Miller," he said to her as she passed by him, "can I talk with you for a moment?"
A few "ooh's" were heard but Lawson joked about it. "Hey, who doesn't want the opportunity to speak to me?" That shut the troublemakers up and soon the room was empty, save for Lawson and Emma.
Lawson sat on the edge of his desk and studied Emma for a moment. "Do I bore you, Miss Miller?" He tried his best to stay serious, but doing so was almost making him giggle.
When the bell rang and the class was in session, Lawson began by taking roll. When he got to Emma Miller he frowned for a brief moment. He remembered her name because he'd made a note two days ago that she hadn't been turning in her work. He'd had the students turn in two essays. One for summer reading and one on what they hoped to get out of the class. Homework was to also be turned in. And surprisingly everyone had turned their projects in. All except for Emma Miller. And as he thought about it, she didn't seem very participative in class. It almost seemed like she was bored or disinterested or had her mind on other things, and that wasn't a good sign. He made a mental note to see her after class.
Near the end of the class he was being his usual entertaining self and wrote on the board as he talked.
"And that is why Lee Harvey Oswald… Nah, I'm just messing with you. I've just always wanted to say that." Chuckles could be heard throughout the room. "Anyway, Reagan was able to use humor and subtlety to answer kindly to Carter's criticism. Usually I'd tell you all to stay away from improvising or ad-libbing during debates, but in a case like this I think it's a good idea. But, you know, only if you make sure not to say anything stupid or cause more problems for yourself." More chuckles, and then the bell rang. Zippers could be heard everywhere as the students got out their backpacks and stuffed their books into them. Lawson called out a reminder over the noise that the essays he'd had them write were going to be given back to them on Thursday.
"Oh, and Miss Miller," he said to her as she passed by him, "can I talk with you for a moment?"
A few "ooh's" were heard but Lawson joked about it. "Hey, who doesn't want the opportunity to speak to me?" That shut the troublemakers up and soon the room was empty, save for Lawson and Emma.
Lawson sat on the edge of his desk and studied Emma for a moment. "Do I bore you, Miss Miller?" He tried his best to stay serious, but doing so was almost making him giggle.