(I'm going to be gone for 3/30-4/7, cuz I'm going to Disney-world. Feel free to carry on with my characters, but I might get on at night and on the mornings. Just wanted to give you a heads up.)
Teacher roleplay! Because there's too many high-school students.
(can I still join?)
(okay. i think you can, we haven't started yet at least)
Yes, anyone can join!
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Okie…so should we start once RedEeveestar lets us know what their character is or..? Idk why but i'm just really excited for this XD
(same :D and I think you're right, we should wait for RedEeveestar)
(yep, I agree)
(Wait, RedEeveestar already wrote their character.)
(I'll just write out Matthias)
Name: Matthias "Matt" Romark
Gender: male
Age: 32
Sexuality: very much gay
Teaches: Math
Appearance: He's 5'6" and 150 lbs with a thin, fragile-looking frame but has a very athletic build. Dark-tan/brown skin with freckles across his nose and cheeks. Fluffy black hair that's usually not brushed, dark-green eyes, tattoos on his arms and leading onto his chest, back, and shoulders.
Personality: He's pretty calm until angered, and then he becomes aggressive, like the Chill Drunk Uncle™. Blunt and abrasive but can be a softie. Sarcastic and witty with a dash of genius-intelligence. Chaotic-good/neutral and there seems to be a method to his madness when he teaches. Organized chaos, only he knows where everything is but no one else does.
Other: He keeps a special liquor drawer in his desk and is usually drunk to some extent whenever he teaches. Southern "Texas cowboy" accent and drawl
see?
(oh yeah. does that mean we can start?)
(yeah, um..I'll do it?)
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Sounds good!
Kameo walked to the school, wishing that he'd grabbed some coffee. He settled down in the science classroom and started getting everything ready for his students. Graded papers went there, no names went there, papers he hadn't reached went here. Kameo yawned and waited for the students to start trickling in, anxiously pulling at his ponytail.
Eve sat in the teacher's lounge sipping her coffee, knowing she had a long day of auditions for solos in choir today but not wanting to be in the classroom yet. She still had a few minutes before the bell rung, besides, her students knew that she regularly came to class a few minutes late. Never more than 10 minutes but usually more than 5 minutes late. She loved music, but she needed her coffee and a few minutes to either talk to her coworkers or to just sit there and think.
(okay)
Matthias walked down the hallway, passing Kameo on his way to his classroom. Stopping at his locked door, Matt struggled to open his bag to retrieve his keys. Finally getting them out and into his hands, he tried to push them in to unlock his door. The keys slipped and fell onto the ground with a clang. "Ah fuck me" Matthias muttered as he bent down to pick them up.
Kameo walked over, "Need some help Matthias?" he leaned against the wall, drinking some tea and pulling at his messy hair.
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Sitting in his computer chair, Damian had his feet propped up on his desk, his tattooed hands strumming away at his Ukulele. He greeted a few students as they walked into the large classroom, having a seat. (Okay but Damian is the human version of Tumblr XD)
He placed the small instrument down in it's case, quickly checking off names as everyone quieted down.
"Good morning class, take out your writers journals and write about what you did yesterday and the person with the most interesting essay will get to give me a dare!" He said, his usual excited energy cranked up to ten.
(This happened before, my friend got a dog the weekend before and my Spanish teacher did this, and she ended up taking the class down to the French room and made her 'confess' her 'love' to him in spanish XD)
(That's hilarious! XD)
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Sighing, Damian placed the flower crown on his head, sitting still as a few female students argued on what shade of pink to cover his lips with, finally deciding on a clear, sparkly lip gloss.
"Well, shit," he said, looking in the mirror that was hung up on the inside of his door, "I look great! Thank's guys! Time to show my coworkers how fab I look!" He yelled, running out of the class room, his pastel purple locks bouncing up and down as he made his way into the closest class room- Science.
(Because science was my second fave subject in school…also why am I just picturing Markiplier as I am writing this XD)
Kameo had just begun his lesson about why vikings are hella cool when Damian busted into the room.
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"I can explain, I'm just really feeling the gay today!" He yelled, throwing his hands in the air.
jk jk
"Hey, um…what was it you wanted me to say," he asked, turning his head slightly to the small girl standing behind him, "Right right okay….take that from the top!" He slowly closed the door, backing out of the room before whipping it open once again.
"Are you made of Nickel, Cerium, Arsenic and Sulfur? Because you've got a NiCe AsS! " He yelled, before adding a, "Didn't you know that chemists do it periodically on the table?" before winking at the class and slamming the door shut, making his way back to his classroom, attempting to wipe the sparkly makeup off his lips.
"That was fucking humiliating," he murmured, "I am so proud of you." He chuckled, high fiving the black haired girl as they stepped back inside.
"Alright students, who's up for some fun with my dear old pal William Shakespeare?!" He asked, holding up, and waving around a large book full of sonnets and plays.
Kameo stared in shock at the door. "I'm going to murder him at lunch." he stared at the gaping faces of his students and sighed, "Let's go on with the lesson, but we're gonna mellow out a bit and learn about Newtons Laws of Physics." the class groaned. "Yeah, yeah, you can blame Damian."
Eve finally made it to her classroom, unlocking her door for all the students patiently waiting outside the room. She'd known many of them for a few years as they continued their passions for music and she saw only the few new faces of those who'd been forced into band by their friends, parents, or were new to the school. Giving them a moment to settle down, she addressed the class. "Hello class. Today, I had planned on us going outside to practice our new song with the marching, but since it's raining, we'll just have to make due with walking around the school and playing our instruments. How's that sound?" she asked with a smile, knowing full well that her students enjoyed getting to leave the class and parade around with their shiny instruments.
(can I jump in? I was out last night…)
Jezebel was sitting in her office, eating the breakfast she had forgotten about that morning when she realized that one of her drama classes were about to start. She swore and stood up as quickly as she could without spilling her food and ran to her class.
Matthias pushed his way into his room, slightly flustered at dropping his keys, only to find that the door was unlocked. He wasn't even drunk yet and here he was, being a bumbling idiot. He made his way to his desk as his students talked while preparing for this lesson.
"Alright class, today we will be looking at the connections between parabolas and their inversions." Matthias quickly followed up as a light snicker spread through the classroom.
"And if I hear a single 'pair-o-ebolas' I will high five you. In the face. With my goddamn ruler."
(okay I really want to be in this rp so I'm just going to jump in?)
Adele walked into her classroom. "OK, people. Settle down."
The students kept talking, and Adele slammed her metal ruler onto the whiteboard and silence fell.
"Ok, good. My name is Ms. Dukes, I am the substitute for Ms. Watts. Today, the American Revolution. More specifically, the Battle of Yorktown."
There was a collective groan from the students. "Don't you give me attitude, guys, this one is interesting. Have any of you heard of founding father Alexander Hamilton?"
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Damian stood at the front of the classroom, his voice in an obviously fake, high pitched voice;
"O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air."
He quoted, a hand over his heart, the other reached out to the first student he spotted. The entire class laughing as they turned red in embarrassment. He chuckled, ruffling the students hair.
"Does anybody know what that was from?" He asked, a boy in the back raised his hand, waving it around.
"Mr. Benton! Mr.Benton! Choose me! I- I know!" He shouted, practically jumping out of his seat.
"Yes Tyler?" He asked, slightly amused at his students enthusiasm.
"It's from Romeo and Juliet! I preformed that this summer at drama camp!" He bragged, "I played Mercutio."
"That's wonderful, thank you Tyler, you see class, it's important to learn about Shakespeare's sonnets and plays because almost everybody you know will say 'hey i know that guy!' when they hear the name. Tonight, ask your older siblings, parents, guardians if they learned about him, I bet they will say yes." He rambled on, his brown eyes glowing with passion.
"Apart from this homework, I want you all to go home and read some of Shakespeare's many works, and choose your favorite- write about why, and turn it in tomorrow morning," he smiled, full of hope that his students would enjoy this subject, "For the rest of the class do whatever you want, I got nothing else for you." He joked, sitting back down at his desk, feet propped up, scrolling through tumblr.
Matthias jumped slightly as he heard Damian's voice boom through the walls. "Probably some Shakespeare bullshit" he muttered as he turned to the whiteboard at the front of his room and began writing on the board, slightly stretching to reach the top of the board to write the title of the lesson.
"Alright now, who can tell me the equation for the parent graph of a parabola?" No student raised their hand. Matthias sighed, he hated calling on students who wouldn't volunteer.
"How about you, Anne? Do you remember it?" No response. "We went over it last week.?" Still no answer. Matthias breathed deeply before turning around and writing y= a (x - h)^2 + k on the board for his students to copy down.
"Mr. Romark?" a student called from the back of the classroom. It was Fred. "Can we just not today? It's too early for mathematical dickery." The rest of the class nodded in silent agreement.
"Fine then." The class jumped back at Matt's enthusiasm. "I'll do something fun for this lesson. Mark! I need you up here." The student scurried forward and Matthias handed him a pen before standing up on a stool against the board. "Trace my butt against the graph." Mark, startled but willing, drew the curve of Matt's butt onto the marked graph. The students began to giggle at Matt's antics.
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Okay but I want to go to this school?? Why doesn't this exist?? Why aren't teachers like this??