Class 3: Third Years

[joshua]

OOC: Sorry for long delay, finally found time to get on to start this. Should be more active soon exams end Tuesday)

Coming into his last class of the day, Joshua started to pick up around the room all the trash the last two classes have left. He always hated that part of teaching, when he was a student he loved to make the teacher have to work and pick up stuff. However as a teacher himself now, he hated it. He walked over to the board and quickly changed the content to fit the third years. Once he did that he went over to the desk and sat down in a relaxed mood.

History of Magic
Class 3: The withdrawal
For Bellwork please write a short essay about what we talked about last class.

(OOC: Owl it to me)

[grobanitexd]

Wow, was Aaliyah actually the first one to show up to class? Well, that was certainly a first. She gave herself a pat on the back for a job well done and made her way into the classroom. She sat in her usual seat that was in the middle of the classroom and pulled out a pencil and paper. "Hello, Mr. Thomas," she said with a grin. "How are you today?"

She then set to work on her essay. She tapped her bottom lip with the eraser of her pencil. What were they doing last class? Aaliyah had to look back into her deepest memory for a chance of figuring out what they had last discussed.

[filmodirectii]

More and more the classes kept starting. Transfigurations finally started again and now Gyminee was on her way to her next lesson on History of Magic. Today was not a very good day for Gyminee. Yes she's still her old self, but waking up and sleeping was not very pleasant for her. Gyminee slept fairly late doing her homework(obviously). She also stayed up late in her bed to catch up in some reading. Then this morning, due to Gyminee's late sleep, her waking up very early was not a very pleasant moment. She woke up, about sometime very early in the morning and got ready. She did the usual, pack things up and take showers and eat. But this times, there were a couple of mistakes. One, Gyminee woke up, as if she was sleep walking, and bumped into everyone on her way. She fell down a couple of times, just from random tripping, and for some random sleepy moments. A couple of accidents happened between the time she woke up and brushed her teeth and face that is not needed to be discussed because of the embarrassment it caused to Gyminee. When she was semi-awake, she went and ate breakfast and sat in the wrong table. She finally realized this when she was sitting with people she did not know and people with different colored robes. After she finally met someone who was actually able to make her realize that she had to straighten up, she was finally alive. She walked freely, and laughed at all her mistakes. She finally got to the History of Magic classroom and saw only one other student there. She sat in the nearest seat, like she always did, and sat there quietly.

[kerajonson]

Kera walked into the History of Magic classroom. She didn't really hate the class anymore, but she still couldn't say that she had liked it. After answering a question during the last lesson that had shown her that she could get interested enough to participate in class. The dark-haired girl walked toward her usual seat in the middle and took a seat.

Her green eyes locked onto the board. Great, they had to write an essay before class began. She was never very skilled at writing them. Luckily for her it was supposed to be a short essay, that would make it slightly easier. Kera grabbed out some parchment and a quill and began thinking about what they had discussed last class. Every now and then she would tap her quill lightly on the table as she thought.

[taylormendez]

Taylor walked down the corridor which lead down to the classroom she sometimes never wanted to enter, but she only did it for one reason only, and that was because she had to start attending her classes. Taylor entered the classroom to only find three students sitting down. She sighs deeply as she walked over to the front of the classroom, sitting down in an empty desk.

Taylor rummaged through her bag, placing a notebook on her desk along with some writing utensils. Tapping a pen against the notebook, Taylor hummed a bit and doodled, waiting for the class to begin and others to arrive.

[`friday augustine ross]

"Hello!" Bella said to the Professor as she entered the class. La la la. Bella sat down on a seat and looked around. For Bellwork please write a short essay about what we talked about last class she read in her head. What?! They would be writing already? Oh well.

Bella took out a piece of quill and parchment and began writing, although it took time for her to write down her answers. She doesn't have the best memory.