Language Arts, definitely something
Iseki did not enjoy too much, unless it
was her own language she was being
skilled better in, of course, she had given
up on English, her English was wretched
and she got tired of trying, half the time,
she was sure, most people could understand
her unless she refrained from speaking
Japanese for the majority of the time she
spoke. An idea she still wasn't too
comfortable with, she had grown up in
Japan, she had learned the English
language in Japan, and she never tried
to lose her accent, not completely any ways.
"I doubt neither Professor Masato, or
Professor Prentice will have much to say
about me. I swear Masato hates me, oh
well, I suppose I had that coming. I met
them on the schools chat room, and I
gave off a very...er...bad impression." She laughed lightly, even the idea of being
disliked couldn't keep her from laughing, it
was who she was. She was either really
happy, or really depressed. She didn't
know which, because random emotions
got mixed in no matter how she felt, so she
didn't try to classify herself; she just was.
Though she had to admit, she was a
nuisance, she kind of liked the attention
it brought, even though she wasn't a
very social human being, it was her
animal instincts that brought her back
to socializing, she was sociable, half way,
and she had to settle for that. She was
quite surprised she hadn't gone out and
met more people, she did love being talked
to, and she did love being alone, which
confused her even more, which made her
angry. But that day she was happy,
there was nothing to be sad about, nothing
at all.
"Ah, helping, when I have my students
right a paper, being in psychology and not
literature, I grade on their understanding
of the subject, not the spelling and grammar,
though I probably should, if we have any
of the same students, they could get royally
confused, my problem is, English grammar
and spelling, not my forte. But I do work on it,
slowly and surely. Though my biggest problems
with papers, is the penmanship, I am
going to start failing students if they
don't start typing it. I request them
to email me their essays, so I can read
it, not turn in papers."She did not understand what her
alliteration was, but she understood
the concept, they were no where near
each other, which was true, the
Language Arts classes were a bit closer
to the library than the rest of them,
she had no idea why, they just were.
Probably because Language Arts required
more reading of common and ancient
literature and much research on writing
and grammatical items. It was a school,
in some way, shape, or form, it had had
to make sense, and that was where it
made the most sense, the Language Arts.
Realistically, Iseki only came to the
library to look at books that she would
order for her students to read, a few
of them had started to get the hint,
and had started to actually read, not
just shove the book under their bed and
forget where they put it when it was
time to turn them in. That was why,
with Foundations of
Cognitive Psychology:
Core Readings she had made them go
buy their own
books, she was peeved and they were
peeved, that they had lost their books
and would have to buy new ones for
the school.
Replacing books almost always cost
much more than just buying your
own personal book. It not only saved
the entire class a long three day
lecture on responsibility, and a lecture
about how responsibility is related to
a persons psychological stability, and
than she would go off into a lecture
that no good psychologist, no good
teacher, no good dentist, any body
with a job, was no good if they lacked
responsibility, which was right. She
honestly didn't want a dentist who
was so irresponsible he or she would
hurt her teeth because they didn't
follow the precautions.
Than she started to threaten them
by marking their grades lower if they
didn't start showing up with a book,
and than she had started testing them
every Friday to make sure they had
read the material, she was serious about
their learning. She rubbed off as a bitch,
and a really mean and horrible teacher
who tormented students and failed them
for no reason, and threatened them with
physical threats; which she had never
done; and who knows what else. She
didn't have a problem with that, it was
their mind, she would just have a
discussion with them.
She was brought out of her thoughts
by the question of parenthood, could
she technically call Hina her child
yet? or did she have to wait until
she brought Hina to the school with
her, which would have been in the
next few days. She had no idea, but
she would say something, she had to,
it would only be proper.
"I am nearly
finished in the process of adoption.
A young thirteen year old girl shifted
while at an orphanage and she hasn't
been treated right since, so as my duty
to keep our ability a secret, I swept in
and made the workers believe that it
was a dream through psychological lies,
we all do it, and the papers are being
finished and within three or four days
I will have Hina as my step daughter.
So in a... strange way... yes, I am a parent.
Do you happen to have a child?"Iseki smiled kindly, she had never been
ask if she was a mother or not before
and it felt strange answering such a
question but it didn't bug her, it kind
of felt heart warming that another
person would take interest in her
personal life, even if it wasn't much
of a life to be had. She had two
teachers that probably wished she
was dead for what she accidentally
did to Sieffre, oh, and than there
was the fact she threatened him; but
it was supposed to be in good jest; it
just didn't sound like it because she
was annoyed that she had to go talk
to someone during non-business hours.
Who was she kidding, what business?
She opened her laptop; an item she
seemed to go no where without, even
though she hated the damn thing; and
opened up a picture of Hina. So the
woman could see her darling child if
she was curious to her at all.
...
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;; look how long it is! I am proud of Isekimuse!! <3
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