Post by professor remy snow on Jan 15, 2009 13:22:54 GMT -5
Today, Remy had each student in her class with a violin, attempting to teach them something. She wished for each one to learn how to play. Each time it was one of her student's turn, she sprinkled a bit of fairy dust on them, and wished for them to play. Each time, they played beautifully. But, when the fairy dust wore off moments later, the room was filled with a terrible sound. Remy was a professional Violinist, so, hearing the terrible sounds her students made pissed her off ever so slightly. She wished they would shut their damned mouths and listen for one minute. She knew the reason they were being like this today. She was calm and happy when they came in. They wanted her to be pissed off at them. They wanted her to start a fight. Well, if they wanted a fight, they'd get a fight. Four of the boys in the class began screaming at eachother. Sighed softly she fluttered high above them. SILENCE!! she screamed, and all went quiet. Well, that worked. She didn;t have to listen to their damn racket today. Shut up and listen. Or do I need to get my friends to set you on fire again? Ah yes, the fire thing shut them up. A few weeks back she had one of her fire ball throwing demon friends set one of her students of fire. Luckily, he didn't get hurt too badly. Though, she did get into a while hell of a lot of trouble. She was sick of these little monsters starting trouble and thinking they could get away with it. Though, some of her students were older than her, like on her vampire students was like 500 but looked 15, so, she continued teaching that same student.
Sighing softly, she popped a CD into the player and let the room fill with 'What If' one of her origional songs. For some reason, her class actually listened when her put her music in. Though, this meant the violin lesson was over, she didn't care anymore. She sat in her chair, and tossed on of her students a marker for the board. Knowing what to do, he stepped up and began writing on the board. Everything he knew about music. Music in general. This was what her class was coming down to now. Having her students tell her what they knew, and that was it. Her job was begining to sadden her. Music was her life, and her students had no apprieciation for it. It made her extremely upset. Though, she'd never show it. When the student was done, he handed the marker to another student, who put up what she knew about classical music.
Even though Remy loved working at Forevermore, she hated the students she had to teach. It drove her to the point she didn't care if she got into trouble with Cresenthia. She really hated her students. Well, most of them. There were a few students who weren't so terrible, but for the most part, they were. Remy was learning to cope with the students though. She ws learning. She hated the disobediant students, and she hated being ignored. When she noticed the song change to 'Misery love Company' she noticed all her students turn to her. They didn't know this song. She smirked and rolled her eyes. The student's mouth's dropped open when the song began playing. They seemed stunned. They hadn't been expecting her to sing a song like that, and when the cursing came in one of the boys cheered, and Remy rolled her eyes. Leaning back in her chair, and putting her black boot clad feet on her desk. She yawned and closed her eyes.
When she opened them about 5 minutes later, she noticed the board was filled and students were writing on the side board. She sighed and stood up. The boy writing froze. She read over the board and walked over to the other board, gently pushing him away, telling him to sit down. She glanced over what he wrote and frowned. Thee students were complete imbosals. They knew nothing of music and it's history. She walked to the front of the class and sighed. Stop. You idiots no nothing! she growled. The student's mouth's dropping open once more. Your completely Clueless! she bit back the scream she wanted to let escape. She took a deep breathe, sitting down once more. Continue writng, Maybe one of you damn idiots knows something. she said, crossing her arms across her chest.
