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Post by Leandro INRIGUE Gonzales on May 7, 2012 15:36:11 GMT -5
The classroom setting was the last place that people who personally knew the red headed teacher before the students to be located at. This man was about as much of a teacher as a cricket was a jousting expert. He was more student than he was teacher with his eccentric ways and ugly sense of humor. However, he had a passion. Leandro would prove his last employers right when they all said that his methods of conveying knowledge was a bit unorthodox. The same could be said for his attire. If red head coloring didn't already put people off then torn up blue jeans with a tight fitting red shirt with the worded logo of, "Killzilla" and red sneakers could certainly send off some red flags. He didn't even have a textbook.
"Take your seats. No need for roll call. If you ain't here already or won't be here then you'll just miss the very instruction needed to pass any of my tests. So, check it, I know I'm supposed to be a teacher and, you know, teach and stuff. But you see I take a different approach. I'm not going to sit up here and lie to you. I won't sugar coat things. I'll be as real as possible," he explained.
Leandro's version of "real" was telling the students what he believed they needed to hear. "Can someone tell me what the point of this class is? No, really, I'm asking that question because it's the same question I ask myself every morning. If you have an answer, please, do myself and yourself and China a favor by slapping your own face exactly four hundred and twelve times. Slap yourself until the bones in your face turn into mush and ooze from your nostrils. There is no point in this class," he went on to say.
Now, for words like that, grounds for termination of employment could certainly be located. He planned on cleaning things up for the students who may have thought him to be utterly out of his mind. "No, really, think about it. Why the hell should I teach you physics when more than half of you mock the laws of physics on an everyday basis? Physics tells us a man can't fly and yet more than half of you can. Physics says I shouldn't be able to piss lasers when I can certainly do that, and, no, I won't give a demonstration. Physics even says that it's hard to be faster than the speed of light. Einstein says that time travel is really hard when I know an eight year old that could tell ol' Albert to die in a grease fire," he rambled on.
"So then, why teach this class? I'm applying it to your individual powers and teach you WHY you're able to defy that Bubblegum Joe comic strip called the laws of physics. Any questions?" he inquired. Leandro loved to set the tone for his class for anybody who thought that teaching physics to a bunch of super powered kids was pointless. If there were adults who believed this subject to be silly here then certainly there had to be younger adults, like the ones in his class, who believed the same thing.
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Post by PACIFIC ELDEN MCLEAR on May 7, 2012 19:30:22 GMT -5
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PACIFIC IN PHYSICS CLASS
He’d only been in class for maybe five minutes, but Pacific already loved his teacher. This was going to be a great class, he could tell.
First, there was the hair. That was great. He didn’t know if that was a really super dye job or something related to his power, but he quite liked it. It was bright. It was expressive. If he thought he could pull it off, he probably would have swapped his turquoise tresses for the red in a heartbeat. The more he looked at it, the more awesome it became in his eyes. Pacific was a sucker for bright colored hair.
But Mr. Gonzales’ personality just took the cake. The whole ‘don’t fuck with me’ edginess and the ‘school is pointless’ approach to teaching was what teenagers needed these days, really. It had been far too long since literacy was a privilege, and people never want to do what they’re told they have to do. Teachers who don’t try to force the students to appreciate their subject actually sort of know what’s going on. And students need teachers who can relate at least a little.
Pacific couldn’t help joining the class in laughing whenever the teacher said something particularly interesting. The pissing lasers thing was hilarious, if a bit crude. Also it sounded sort of painful, but he didn’t think about that for too long.
When he asked for any questions the students had, Pacific wracked his brain for something he could possibly ask. He didn’t want to suck up or anything. He sort of just wanted to be the first to say something in class, because then if his hair wasn’t enough to stick out in the teacher’s mind, maybe speaking would make an impression.
Nothing was coming to mind at the moment, though, which was lame. Pac typically had something to say in any circumstance.
Eventually, an idea struck him, however. He waited for Mr. G to call on him after raising his hand and then began.
”I was wondering what exactly your opinion was of our, how did you put it? ‘Defiance of the comic strip called the laws of physics.’ I’ve heard other teachers go on and on about it in their opening lecture but I didn’t really notice it in yours.”
Pac loved hearing opinions. That’s probably why he was so fond of people: they never shut up about what they believe. He didn’t often disagree with them, either, provided they had a valid argument. Everyone was different and so everyone had a different view on every situation, so there was no real reason to waste time and energy trying to convince someone to think a different way. Needless to say, one thing he did not particularly like was persuasive writing. But that was something else entirely.
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Post by Leandro INRIGUE Gonzales on May 7, 2012 19:52:22 GMT -5
Not many actually wanted this man's opinion. This was like pouring gasoline on fire. No, that's incorrect. Asking Leandro Gonzales a query was the equivalent of spanking a lion with a paddle made of ant antennae. But he didn't mind saying what was on his mind. He cleared his throat. This was going to be the rambling of a century. The opening started with the opening of the desk drawer. A can of Coca-Cola was pulled out.
POP
"My opinion? No, it's great. I mean, we have gangs, drugs and a hopeless global recession. We all need to have super powers so can kill everybody in sight whom we don't like," he opened up with. Leandro took a sip of soda. "And we certainly love how unrealistic people with powers can be. Know why this school makes you guys come to classes like this one? Well, it's because the school, frankly, think you all are a bunch of idiots who don't know anything. Get mad at me or get a clue. Your choice amigo," he went on to say.
Leandro was sure that some of the students would find offense to what he was saying. Again, he didn't care about the opinions of students because if he did he wouldn't be the teacher; they would be. One didn't hire a person to be a teacher if a kid being taught to read and reading a book all of their lives was effective. At least, that's what his opinion was. He felt that the school hired him to teach the subject but in the way that he would teach it. Basically, he thought that he was being paid to give an educated opinion.
He smirked and laughed some. "Why do I say that? Take a student with super strength. Now, examine what I just said. Alls they got is super strength and not super endurance. That means, no matter how strong you are, you have to be able to physically lift what you're trying to lift. Super strength doesn't equal a lack of going to the hospital from breaking bones from trying to lift the Empire State building. Super speed doesn't mean your shoes won't get ruined from running super fast nor will it prevent you breaking your ankles from trying to turn on a dime. See why they put kids in this class? I'm supposed to show you that you're super; not invincible," he explained.
A big gulp of the drink was made. He placed the can on his desk and placed his hands on the desk as a following action. "I guess, my opinion on the situation is that its great you all are exceptional young people but it's a shame that the brain power doesn't match for some students."
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Post by PACIFIC ELDEN MCLEAR on May 12, 2012 20:53:53 GMT -5
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PACIFIC IN PHYSICS CLASS
Bluntness was a great personality type, in Pacific’s opinion. Nothing was going to get done if everyone was afraid of saying what the meant and kept their thoughts to themselves. It was pointless at beat around the bush, so if you were brave and confident enough to speak your mind, Pacific had a great deal of respect in line for you.
Such was the case with Mr. G. Pacific was very interested by his thoughts, even though he could tell just by glancing around the room that several of the other students had been offended. Pac didn’t offend easily. Being too touchy about things just lead to being unhappy, and that wasn’t worth the aggravation. He had a sister, after all. With siblings, especially sisters, one had to get used to having differences of opinion about things.
”So do you think that as a teacher, you’ll be able to help fix the problem?” Pacific asked. He pushed a lock of turquoise hair from his eyes, but it had little effect, as his hair really just seemed to like blocking his vision whenever possible. Giving up on that, he instead looked up at the man from through his bangs. ”Or are you just here because it’s a job that pays?
Naturally, he asked this without any judgement in his tone. He could understand if it was the latter motivation that brought Mr. Gonzales to AMG. The economy was terrible and he knew he’d had a few odd jobs around town that he wouldn’t have done if he hadn’t had school supplies to pay for back home. Money was a great motivator, so it was very noble of anyone to do things for any other reason.
Not that Pac would think less of his teacher if he was, in fact, only there for the money. It was solely curiosity that made him ask. Getting to know the people he would be surrounded with every day was important to him. The best way to do that was to ask questions, and so that was what he would do.
What was really great about this man was his willingness to open up, though. For all he could possibly know, Pac could’ve been mocking him. Some students did things like that, Pacific knew. Mr. G didn’t seem to care, however, which was always a good thing. Teachers that cared too much about what students thought of them were usually very susceptible to getting hurt. He’d seen that a lot in Seattle. Of course, this school was a bit different, what with all the crazy kids with powers running amok together. He could imagine that the hiring process was a bit more select here, but there was no way to know for sure.
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