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sagesariaThis one was rather icky...
It was the first day of Fencing class, but it was more like a martial arts class. The class was to use wooden staffs instead of the fencing swords that I can never remember the name of. Rowan was in the class (and she had long hair again). The professor was old and scraggly and sounded a lot like Sean Connery, and he was nasty. When I came into the room, the staffs were on the floor, and I grabbed the longest one and moved it so that other people wouldn't trip over it coming in, and some time in the middle of class he said something about never touching that staff again, saying it as an obvious pointed threat. There was another girl in the class, really shy and awkward. Her name was Stephanie, I think. And the professor was giving her a hard time. I don't remember what lead up to it, but the class was moving a lot, and at some point when we were outside, he shoved Stephanie really hard into the wall of the building we were next to. She didn't move for a long time; she just sat there and cried. The class started moving again, and I went to help Stephanie up and comfort her, trying to convince her (and myself) that it was just the first day and it wasn't always gonna be like this. We caught up with the class, and the professor was going on about something or another about how we must be able to concentrate in loud areas (we were sitting at a picnic table in a loud area of the campus). At some point he randomly brought up the subject of Christmas coming up, I made some sort of exclaimation about it, and he slapped me upside the head and said "Don't ever do that again." We moved again, and I fell waaaaaay far behind the class and talked to Rowan. I mentioned that I was willing to accept him being firm, but striking a student crossed the line. Then my alarm went off.
Blech...the worst part was it was one of those dreams that seems so real you're convinced it IS.
No abusive teachers when the day comes! Please!
Anxious? Me? Naaaah...
It was the first day of Fencing class, but it was more like a martial arts class. The class was to use wooden staffs instead of the fencing swords that I can never remember the name of. Rowan was in the class (and she had long hair again). The professor was old and scraggly and sounded a lot like Sean Connery, and he was nasty. When I came into the room, the staffs were on the floor, and I grabbed the longest one and moved it so that other people wouldn't trip over it coming in, and some time in the middle of class he said something about never touching that staff again, saying it as an obvious pointed threat. There was another girl in the class, really shy and awkward. Her name was Stephanie, I think. And the professor was giving her a hard time. I don't remember what lead up to it, but the class was moving a lot, and at some point when we were outside, he shoved Stephanie really hard into the wall of the building we were next to. She didn't move for a long time; she just sat there and cried. The class started moving again, and I went to help Stephanie up and comfort her, trying to convince her (and myself) that it was just the first day and it wasn't always gonna be like this. We caught up with the class, and the professor was going on about something or another about how we must be able to concentrate in loud areas (we were sitting at a picnic table in a loud area of the campus). At some point he randomly brought up the subject of Christmas coming up, I made some sort of exclaimation about it, and he slapped me upside the head and said "Don't ever do that again." We moved again, and I fell waaaaaay far behind the class and talked to Rowan. I mentioned that I was willing to accept him being firm, but striking a student crossed the line. Then my alarm went off.
Blech...the worst part was it was one of those dreams that seems so real you're convinced it IS.
No abusive teachers when the day comes! Please!
Anxious? Me? Naaaah...
