His stride kept pace with the Principal along the grand tour. Having left his briefcase and portfolio in his new boss' office, Artemus looked around casually as he was shown different classrooms, which grades were sequestered where. As far as schools went, it was better than some he'd seen. However he also knew how teenagers were. Young, dumb, and full of cum, the saying went. Finally they came to the classroom that would become his in the spring semester.
Like the rest it looked about able to seat thirty, but would probably only get half as much, that would be with wishful thinking. Few places offered journalism in highschool and he held no illusions that the first semester would be a beta test on whether the course became permanant. Nothing like a little pressure right?
"If you have any issues with lesson planning, you're more than welcome to give me a call or ask the other faculty members. Do you have an idea on where you'd start?" thumbs toy with the suspenders keeping his pants tucked high as the pudgy Principal turned a calculating eye on Artemus. With that the younger man held only one thought "beurocrat'.
"Its journalism. There will be daily editing exercises, weekly stories to turn in, peer reviewing, even a bit of chemistry to cover film developement. With proper precautions of course." was his reply. "Also have to show them how to write for internet articles and radio, not just newsprint. I also imagine I'll have to cover grammar as well. I think there will be more than enough to keep them all busy."
As the period bell rings, Art's attention is pulled to the sounds of rushing feet as studends are glad to be leaving one class and heading for their next period, which for some might be lunch. Watching a few file past the door offering curious looks he just smiled, gaze returning to the Principal. "When would you need a list of class materials?" It felt so weird to be saying that. At least for him it was.
"You might not get many students the first semester simply because of how new it is. MOre than likely it will be the ones who drop a class that either seems to difficult or conflicts with the rest of their schedules. Some of these kids do it all the time." thumbs still strafe at his suspenders as the man drew a slight breath. "I'll need to get back and file the rest of the paperwork, if you want to walk the halls feel free." Almost like a dismissal, no, it was a dismissal, the principal made his exit leaving Artemus to his own devices. Much the way he really preferred things.
Lingering in the classroom a few moments he looked around at the desks and boards. The real thought for the moment was, what had he gotten himself in to?
~ Trina would be making her way around the halls looking for a class her last teacher had said it was a new subject that was being introduced to the school. But she also wanted to make sure she got to the right room. When the time came. Trina would make her way down the hall where the numbers on the doors were listed. Then slowly she would make her way into the room. Before jumping some not seeing the man as she entered then spoke softly ~ " Sorry I'm looking for the class for journalism ? " ~ She would let her blue orbs look down at the piece of paper ..~ " Is this the right room ? "
A faint smile played over his lips briefly hearing that momentary elevation in the young woman's heartbeat before he turned to look at her. He certainly should have expected word of a new course to spread among the students, however this was wholely unexpected. "It will be after Christmas break. Take it you signed up as an alternative course?"
Waiting on her response his nostrils flare a touch and bring with it her scent; and with that all of the things about the girl. Where she'd been through the day, who she'd touched or been touched by, perfumes, soaps, and under all of that the girl's natural scent. Every piece of information tagged, bagged, and filed away in the vaults of his perceptive mind. "But where are my manners, I'm Mr. Kurgen, I'll be teaching the Journalism class."
~ Trina would fix her bag pulling it more up onto her shoulder as she would fold the paper up placing it within her bag. Then would glance over the room some. Fingers would brush blonde hair from her face. Before she would close the distance between them so she could shake his hand ..~ "Well I didn't choose it the computer did since I am new to the school. So they place me in classes which were free to have some more people within and this was one of the classes. But I love writting so I'm going to like it . Oh it ok, Pleasure to meet you Mr. Kurgen. My name is Alastrina. But most people call me Trina for short since it a lot easier .."
"Good to meet you, Trina." after the brief greeting he gave the classroom a final once over with ideas of how to organize the space.
"Since you said you're new to the school, wouldn't happen to know if they've a school newspaper do you?" some did, some didn't. But If they had one then he knew those kids would be in the class. And with that thought came something else, they might put him on as advisor or something for it.
" I have no clue..but if I find out before you do I'll let you know..But can't wait for the class to began. So I'll see you after Christmas ! But also I got to go pick up the rest of my work to get caught up. " ~ Trina would spin on her heels to make her way out of the class room and toward the next class room she needed to find to pick up some more school work.
With the departure of Alastrina he stood a while and looked about the room to get an idea on how to organize the space. Much as he'd been doing beforehand because Journalism touched far beyond mere writing. There was a history to show them that stretched back long before the first printing press. Every day would have to touch on history, eventually leading up to the modern age. Luckily there were only a few hundred years to cover. That also meant he'd have to go and do some review himself since he was a little hazy on when the first press came out. Artemus knew it was roughly around Chaucer's lifetime, but he couldn't remember who the king at the time had been.
Cutting that line of thought off before it got a chance to truly progress he drifted out of the class room and up the hall. To do picture developing he'd have to speak with the chemistry teacher, otherwise milk and orange juice would become an expense report.
