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Post by Neytiri on Sept 11, 2010 9:45:59 GMT -5
Madame Martinez
I entered my new classroom, my expression stern and critical as I surveyed the area. It seemed big enough after the furniture had been rearranged. I pushed against the door to hold it open, swinging it wide so it woud stay open. My high heeled shoes clicked furiously over the hard tile floor as I made my way to my desk. I reached down to smooth out my long forest green skirt and check to be sure my white oxford shirt was still tucked in neatly. I was all for neatness and being proper, so I had to be sure and look good! I lifted a stack of light yellow-orange textbooks from my desk and began to pass them around. They were average size but not incredibly thick or heavy. They would become my students' bible this year, though, because they'd need it for just about everything. |
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Post by sunnymypet on Sept 11, 2010 9:59:10 GMT -5
 [glow=red,2,300] Nisha Swan [/glow] I swiftly made my way through the hallways as I shuffled through my binder, everything seemed good and I had even bought a little book, 'Translating French'. My sneakers padded on the marble floor as my grayish-green eyes spotted the room I that french class was going to be taken in. I took in a deep breath, wondering if my teacher would be a very strict one or a kind one, I silently hoped for a kind one. I smoothed out my plain white shirt and my long boot cut pants didn't have a single wrinkle etched onto them. My blackish brown long hair was tied up in a neat ponytail with some curly bangs covering one side of my head. My eyes darted as I turned on my heels and entered the classroom. It was nice and open, there were neat rows of desks and on them were already a book, not too thick or thin. My attention flickered towards the teachers, she was a little short and had short hair that reached up to her shoulders. She had a smooth forest green skirt that was smooth as marble and her white oxford shirt was neatly tucked in. I nodded curtly at her and let a smile tug at my lush red lips. "Hello, you must be Mrs. Martnez?" I shifted my heavy binder to my other side, setting it on my hip as my other arm stretched out for a handshake. OCC: Ok...I can't wait for class to really start! |
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Post by Neytiri on Sept 11, 2010 10:12:53 GMT -5
Madame Martinez
As I passed out the textbooks, I looked up hearing a sharp set of feet entering the room. Half expecting a student, half expecting a teacher, I looked up. a thin lipped smile was etched on my face and I caught sight of a pretty girl striding towards me. "Bonjour! Bienvenue à la classe française! welcome to French class, dear. I am Madame Martinez, you must be Nisha?" My sharp French words were kind but stern as they rang out in the air, accompanied by my French accent. She had seemed promising, and now she was nice enough. "Miss Nisha, you will be sitting in this desk, and I have already passed out textbooks." I smiled a little again,gesturing towards a front row desk about in the middle of the room. |
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Post by Ambrose Savini on Sept 13, 2010 22:10:54 GMT -5
Ambrose pushed his way through the halls, being stopped every so often for a greeting or a question. He was generally a tall guy so he stuck out like a sore thumb. It didn't help much that he had decided to wear a white muscle tee that day. He slid smoothly into the Advanced French classroom. He didn't know how he ended up in Advanced French. He personally hated the subject. Maybe it was how his accent flowed so easily from exposure to haute French fancy within his family. He scoffed at how they acted as if they were indulging in culture, where in actuality it was all just pretend.
"Bonjour Madame. Ca va?" he started, making the male french voice sound a little more masculine than it should have. There was one other girl in the classroom, with whom he made brief eye contact before returning his attention to the Teacher. His deep eyes flickered to the stack of orange blocks on her desk. He made a slightly disgusted face. French was a drag already.
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Post by Neytiri on Sept 13, 2010 22:21:12 GMT -5
Madame Martinez
I nodded curtly, listening to the girl's voice. Turning on my heel to face the whiteboard along the front wall of the room, I grabbed an erasable marker and decided to outline the class on the board. I made a quick list, written in my neat handwriting:
Bienvenue à la Classe Française
1. Greet Madame
2. Ask Madame For Your Desk
3. Locate French Textbooks
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Post by sunnymypet on Sept 19, 2010 16:45:35 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Nisha Swan[/glow]
I nodded curtly and let a small smile cross my lips.
"Je vous remercie," the words came out smooth but it wasn't as perfect as how my teacher had spoken the beautiful language.
My green grayish eyes trailed over to the stacks of books piled on the desks already. This teacher was sure prepared!
I secretely hoped that we wouldn't have so much homework, I liked to keep grades but that didn't mean I loved homework.
Another figure came into the classroom and he was quite a tall guy. He was wearing a white tee shirt that showed his muscles pretty well.
I wondered how the school let him dress like that.
My expression became blank, the new classmate didn't seem that excited about french.
His accent was good, I wondered why he didn't seem to like the class though.
My gaze flickered over to his form but my attnetion snapped towards the teacher who was now writing a message on the board:
Bienvenue à la Classe Française
1. Greet Madame
2. Ask Madame For Your Desk
3. Locate French Textbooks
The french writing translated to: Welcome to French Class.
I checked off the list in my head.
"Mlle Martinez, pouvez-vous s'il vous plaît me montrer où s'asseoir?" I asked, my eyes scanned over the desks wondering where I would sit.
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Post by Neytiri on Sept 25, 2010 10:26:11 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry I didn't reply...I'll catch up in this post. Geez...I can't speak French, so it takes longer to translate stuff. XD Madame Martinez
A tall, muscular boy walked in the room. As I
nodded stiffly to him, I looked over his attire
with a slight, disapproving glance. "Bienvenue.
Ambrose, oui? Vous asseoir ici." I motioned
over to a front row desk near the door, on the right
side of the room. Offering a quick smile, I turned
back to the first girl as she spoke in turn to me.
"Oui, Nisha, vous ici. classe va commencer dans
quelques instants." My thin eyebrows raised and
accent sharp, impeccable to the ears, I showed
another brief, thin smile. Turning, then, on my
shoes, their heels clacking loudly across the tile
floor of the classroom, I eyed each desk and the
textbook which was placed delicately upon each
one. I reached my desk and began typing precisely,
furiously on the keyboard as I checked over my
e-mail, waiting for the remainder of the class to pour in. |
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