Lesson 3 - All Years

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The day that the students had painted their poems and posted them next to their pictures, Anya had it hanged in the classroom. It was set at the back as a muriel for their creativeness. She always felt that painting words were just as expressive as writing them too. Anya was fond of reading as well as painting, but hadn't taken up on that hobby of hers in awhile.

She wasn't troubled as much as she was awhile ago with what had happened down at the lake. Anya would like to think it was just a hallucination. Entering her classroom this morning, she leaves the window panes closed, but opened the curtains to filter in the light from the bright sun. Leaving the door open for students to enter, she padded over to her desk and takes a seat behind it, waiting for them to appear.

[karl]

rawr

Odd...he just got his schedule for the World of Literature class and it listed class three. So two lessons missing. Oh well. He could care less. Running down the cooridars of Trio's Hogwarts the young Ravenclaw had little idea where he was going. But he'd figure it out eventually.

"Hey kid! Slow down!" somebody called after him. Knowing it was targeted toward him he shrugged, not bothering to take the the advice or warning or whatever it was. Coming to a halt suddenly, glancing to his write seeing a door.

Looking at the open door, he spotted a classroom with window panes closed, curtians wide open, filtering light through into the room. On a wall words were practically there. It seemed like the right room. Turning to his right a bit to face the door, taking four percise steps back.

Karl Hayford had to make an entrence, he loved attention for the reason though. The thirteen year old ran into the room, his speed increased greatly, halting within five or six feet inside the room and falling to the side making it look like he tripped knocking over a desk. He smirked softly.

Jumping to his feet, he was fine. He made his entrence. "World of Literature?" he asked looking toward the woman sitting behind a larger desk.

{OoC: muhahaha}

[josie]

Josie smiled. It was Friday that meant she had her favouite lesson today that meant World Of Literature. She grinned as she contemplated what their professor would have them doing today. It really could be anything. Last lesson had been painting and although she was barely talented in the art department she had enjoyed it thoroughly.

Walking through the door to the classroom she was just in time to see a student jump up from the floor, she shrugged and took a near by seat. Anxious for the lesson to start she threw a smile to both the student, whom she had never met before and her Professor

[Elesy Miranda Longhorn *Rp?*]

Elesy came skipping down to one of her more favorite classes, and, she was indeed very happy. Elesy, felt great right now, and, being in one of her favorite classes, always made her more happy. Elesy smiled as she skipped down the hallways to the World of Literature class. Elesy skipped down to the classroom, and, then stopped at the doorway, and, carefully entered, so that way she wouldn't fall. Elesy smirked to herself, as she took a seat, in the middle row. Elesy felt very cheerful right now, it was so hard to believe.

Elesy looked around. Elesy looked over at the Professor, and, then at the two othet students, who were there, the one she had never seen, and, the other, she had seen here before. Elesy smiled at the both of them, and, then her smile disappeared. Elesy was ready for the lesson to begin, because, she was excited.[/font]

[Kali Rune]

Last class was pretty...relaxing? or what? The Slytherin couldn't be sure what to call the last lesson they had on world literature. She suppose it was fun having to do paintings. It would be even more fun if she didn't have to decide on what to paint but that was over now. Today is a new day. This lesson would hopefully be different from last class. If not, then there is nothing she could do about it,

The girl sat down on a seat at the back and kept quiet. She looked around the classroom, just checking who are around; the professor, El, some random girl that Kali does not know and a random guy that she doesn't know was around.

Kali took out her parchment and began to draw. She didn't know what to draw, like always but she drew some random thing and kept to herself the whole time, waiting for class to begin.

[kerajonson]

World of Literature was becoming one of Kera's favorite classes. After being late to the last class she decided to leave extra early this time around. Nope, there was no way she'd be late today. As she walked through the halls, she couldn't help but wonder what they'd be doing this class. Last time they had to paint and it was fairly fun, but Kera had never been into painting much. Hopefully, she'd get more into this lesson.

The 3rd year Gryffindor girl entered the classroom, and immediately took a seat at the end of the middle row. This location was quickly becoming her favorite place to sit herself in classes. Maybe it was because it wasn't too close or too far in the back. Kera proceeded to take out her supplies and set them out in front of her on the desk. Thinking of what to do before class began, she soon decided to just write down a small poem she had thought up a few days ago.

[yanni]

Yanni spent the morning walking around the school being bored. After lunch he headed into his WOL classroom. He'd enjoyed the last lesson. The painting was good. Yanni hoped for plays this week. He'd always liked Shakespeare.

[Jade "Lizzy" Silvernacle]

Lizzy wandered down the halls towards her World of Liturature class. Once she entered it she wandered over to the mural to where hers was. It looked fabulous in her opinion. It came out really good, better than she had expected, and matched her poem well. She left the poem unauthored hoping it went unnoticed because it was a work of her own, but not many people would know she wrote poems.

Sitting down she wondered what was in store for them today in class.

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Well the ruckus that began class did startle Anya as Karl entered, making such a loud entrance. Surely her heart jumped out of her chest. Arranging the desks back in order, she looks to the boy and nods her head. "Yes, World of Literature. Several more students arrived right after, but not in the amount of numbers she hoped for, sadly.

With the last sitting down in her seat, Anya decided not to get up since her ankles were very swollen. "Morning class. So wonderful to see you all. I hope that our last lesson was fun," she smiles faintly. "Today we'll be learning types of poetry and then we'll get into some examples by both Edgar Allan Poe and William Shakespeare. So firstly, can anyone tell me what types of poems there are?"

[Elesy Miranda Longhorn *Rp?*]

As Elesy heard the class begin, she looked up. She listened very carefully to the question. Elesy raised her hand. "There's, ballads, couplets, quatrains, cinquains, iambic pentameters, sonnets, haikus, free verses, epics, and, limericks." she gives aslight smile, and, then lowers her hand. Elesy was very pleased with her answer, it is always great to answer. Elesy looked around, and, waited to see if anyone else had anything to add to that, if, and, only if Elesy missed anything. Elesy had done alot of reading in this field, or at least lately she had been.

Elesy shrugged off her thoughts, and, continued to listen.[/font]

[yanni]

"Those are all right," Yanni said with a smile, "...but you're forgeting some i think." Yanni spent a moment to collect his thoughts before speaking again. "For one you have a blank verse which is in iambic pentameter but doesn't actually rhyme. "You said epics, but not an Epigram. Um... and um... Haiku poems. You've got to love the Japanese. You've also got a Italian sonnet, different from the normal sonnet. It's a sonnet consisting of a rhyme pattern abbaabba then I think followed by six lines with a rhyme pattern of cdecde or cdcdcd," Yanni said, taking a deep breath and started to tap his pen on the desk.

"Lyrics can also count as poems. Same with odes. Oh and a name poem. Tells the story about the word. You know, you put the word down the page and have a sentence coming off each of the letters. First crush wrote me a name poem when i was about 7. Good days," Yanni said laughing. He stopped tapping his pen and started to spin it on his book. After two spins he talked again.

"Then there are Couplets. You already said that one right. Um..." Yanni said, pointing toward the girl. Taking a deep breath Yanni continued. "A simple rhyme i guess counts as a style." Yanni spent a moment to think, turning his pen over and over in his fingers. "Oh and a shape poem. Where the words of the poem are written in the shape of something, like a pig or a bird or house or something. Can't think of anymore," Yanni said with a sigh.

[josie]

Josie's eyes were wide as she listened to the boy list what seemed like a hundred and one different forms of writing style, Who knew there were so many, well him clearly but she had had no idea. The Italian one interested her for obvious reasons.

She had heard of some of them, in fact used some of them but she hadn't been aware that they were styles with their own category and name. You learned something new everyday. She grinned wondering which if any they would be exploring today.