Teaching the gifted Jul 23, 2011 0:55:09 GMT -5
Post by Michael Ellis on Jul 23, 2011 0:55:09 GMT -5
For Your Consideration
.Talk of stars and kings and feet
Pawns: Michael Ellis, Emmer Brighton, Fayre SenDandridge
.Through the chromosomes of space and time
Status: open, active
.Me I'm fast like a bad infection
Setting: In the history classroom
.Gasping for my resurrection
Scene: Michael is grading papers between classes.
.Swear to me in times of war and stress
Michael sat at his desk, feet extended out in front of him crossed at the ankle. They were clad in shiny black almost knee-high boots. His form-fitted grey pants were tucked into them, a billowy white shirt tucked into that. The coat he'd been wearing, in the style of the Spanish lord he'd come to class dressed as that day, was draped over the back of the chair. A gold hoop was fixed in his left ear lobe and jangled every time he tilted his head slightly.
The paper in front of him was mostly uninteresting, about a topic the student obviously didn't care about. He sighed and started making corrections, glancing at the door in almost a nervous twitch. He was waiting for a distraction to wander through the door and give him a good reason not to keep going.
"If you insist on writing such dry work for my class, I suggest next time you choose a more suitable topic. Some of my top pics would include the Egyptian god kings or the ruins of Mexico." He shook his head and rolled his eyes. He had a feeling his bit of humor would go right over the student's head. He glanced around his classroom. What decoration they'd allowed him to use, he had. The classroom was not a boring, empty room with teacher's desk on one end and a white board. It was thoroughly decorated to match scenes and places in history.
Michael had always had a flare for the dramatic and it was often suggested he should have taught children to act, instead of teaching them about the past. But, he thought, it was better for him to try and give children a passion and artistic view of an otherwise "outdated" topic. He scribbled a couple more notes, muttering to himself as he did so, and setting the paper aside.
"Ah. A paper about Columbus." He read farther into it and scoffed. "Did you do any research at all?" He shook his head "Fourteen hundred seventy five does not rhyme with 'Columbus sailed the ocean blue.'" He said it aloud as he scribbled it across the students paper.
He'd come to a decision, no matter what special powers they had, all students where the same when it came to school work. It made him smile really. It was a revelation of sorts. And instead of frustrating him, it made him giddy with excitement that showed on his features.