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Post by CLIFFORD VIRGIL EVERETT on Apr 4, 2012 20:57:59 GMT -5
 WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,& your thoughts have taken their toll[/color] ,[/size] ---------------------------------------------------------------------Classes had been going surprisingly well thus far into the year. Things inside Cliff's head were difficult as usual, but he wouldn't go so far as to say that every day was a struggle, which had once been true. Getting back into a routine helped the whole process, but in all honesty, he couldn't see it ever getting back to comfort. Even after forty-four plus years looking like this, he never really got used to it. It was okay when he was actually twenty-two. Even twenty-three. As he approached thirty, it grew a bit dull, and it had been downhill from there.
He supposed he ought to be somewhat grateful for the health and youth and the perks of being young and everything. And he was. It was impossible to completely hate it, no matter how bitter he let himself be. Really, the loathing only started when he had to watch the love of his wife grow old and die. Cliff knew from the beginning that he'd never join her, but it hadn't set in until after her funeral. It hadn't stopped him from trying, but failing at death only made him feel worse. He was stuck for good, and he needed to learn to accept it.
Learning seemed to take as long for him as it did for his students. While he was glad to be there, hopefully making an impact on their lives, he found himself easily frustrated when they didn't try. On the whole, the job was rewarding, but he couldn't shake off the irritation when they'd try to flirt with him or act up to get his attention, or, equally as irritating in it's own way, when they didn't pay anything he said any mind. He was there to teach and they were there to learn. Why was it so hard to do those things?
As he gathered up his things for the day, he didn't dare look back at the students' desks to make sure they had all left. Some of the girls would play this game sometimes, staying after to talk with him. He wasn't a toy. He didn't like to be played with. But they were young and young people always do what they want. Cliff didn't really mean to be one of those crotchety old men who always talked about things "back in my day," but when he was growing up, no one would do half the things he heard about in the classroom. He supposed that since he looked young, people assumed he didn't mind him hearing about all their late-night plans, regardless of the illegality and immorality of it all.
While Cliff didn't let himself look, he could swear he heard a straggler behind him. No doubt it was one of the girls, trying their luck with picking him up. It was disgusting, really. While he was a big believer in age just being a number (as believing otherwise would be hypocritical with a late wife thirteen years older than him) he didn't think that student-teacher relationships were at all appropriate. He wished they'd stop trying. He felt disrespected as a teacher when they were objectifying him.
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LISTENING TO New Edition - Cobra Starship
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Post by EMERSON NOEL JUDSON on Apr 4, 2012 21:32:58 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DAB4C9; border-top: solid #E8EFF3 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;][classy=tite]I'M JUST A LITTLE BIT CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE [/classy][classy=cont]  [/classy] [classy=threader] Em had been intensely observing her nails as she had gotten to class a couple minute early. Huh. That was a first. Bored half to death, she almost decided to leave, and simply skip class. It was no big deal to her. Those thoughts stopped immediately when she caught a glimpse of the teacher. Lowering her hand, she had pretended to be interested in whatever the hell he was teaching for the next hour or so. She about lost her mind, though, cause she had never actually paid attention in class. Well, technically, she wasn't really listening to what he was trying to teach to a class full of obviously bored kids. Except for the girls, of course. Every single one of the girls - straight or not - were staring unashamedly at the teacher. Scrumdiddlyumptious.When the class was finally over, she slung her backpack out of her shoulder and silently followed him when he walked out of the room. Hmm. Seems he didn't want to stay here for any longer. She suppressed a giggle, knowing it would give herself away. She knew she was being creepy, but, quite frankly, she didn't give a damn. A lazy smirk played on the ends of her lips, and she continued to follow him. Thank God she didn't wear heels today. That would have been far too noisy, and the sandals she was sporting served their purpose - to keep silent. Honestly, she didn't know why she was being quiet. It didn't matter if it she was being quiet or she sounded like she was blowing up a band back here, she was still following him. Momentarily, she wondered if maybe she should stop. See, she would've turned around and slapped the living daylights out of someone if they were following her as she were. Oh, shit. Emmy, in one of her uncoordinated moments, had tripped over her own freaking feet. She nearly fell face first, but caught herself on the wall. So much for being quiet. [/classy]
TAGS: clifffford
NOTES: let the games begin :3
WEARING: le clicke
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Post by CLIFFORD VIRGIL EVERETT on Apr 4, 2012 22:10:40 GMT -5
WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,& your thoughts have taken their toll [/color] ,[/size] ---------------------------------------------------------------------As Cliff moved through the halls, it became quite evident that he was, in fact, being followed. He tried not to let it bother him, trying to make himself imagine that she just happened to be heading the same direction as he was. He let his mind wander, which was made easier thanks to her being quiet about it.
A major focus of his thoughts was lesson plans, because they served as a rather good distraction from the things that bothered him. It seemed kind of pathetic, really, focusing all his energy on finding ways to not think about death and not dying and forever and yesterday. He needed to grow up, metaphorically speaking. Getting over things shouldn't be hard at this point in life. He'd lost his mother. He'd lost his wife. Hell, he'd even died twice. Loss wasn't anything new. But now it was sort of just causing this numb pain, like a pinched nerve that never let up.
He drifted from thinking about why he thought the things he did back to what he was trying to focus on, which was lessons. Today's had been a real flop. The students didn't pay attention to him, and the ones that did weren't there for the history. Those were the moments that he wished he would've been older before this whole time-freezing ageless thing happened. Maybe then he wouldn't have this to deal with.
Take the girl behind him. Whatever she wanted, she was definitely following him.
Eventually the thought hit him, though, that perhaps she was being quiet so he didn't suspect that she was following him. That just made the thinking thing difficult.
The further on he went, the more aware he grew of the situation, until he finally heard her stumble or something, upon which he decided that turning around would be appropriate.
"Do you need something, Miss Judson? Because I believe it would have been appropriate to have simply asked, rather than following me through the school. I'm sure you have your own places to be." He did his best not to sound as annoyed as he was, but was never really quite sure exactly how things came out.
He noticed then that she she seemed to have legitimately tripped and was plastered to the wall, holding on for dear life. Sighing, he asked, "Are you alright?" because he supposed it was his responsibility as an authority figure to help maintain the well-being of the student body. That applied to the ones that stalked him, too, whether he liked it or not.
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LISTENING TO You Found Me - The Fray
LYRICS BY GREEN DAY - 21 GUNS
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Post by EMERSON NOEL JUDSON on Apr 5, 2012 16:03:47 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DAB4C9; border-top: solid #E8EFF3 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;][classy=tite]I'M JUST A LITTLE BIT CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE [/classy][classy=cont] [/classy] [classy=threader] After she had half-tripped, she froze. A guilty look was plain on her pretty face, and it wasn't about to go anywhere. In another situation, her visage would have been seen as quite amusing. See, she had the same look as a mouse would if it were just caught in a mousetrap. Under different circumstances, if she wasn't stalking a teacher, she would have probably burst into a fit of giggles. In her defense, he was a very hot teacher. When he spoke, the guilty look on her face melted a little, and from the depths popped the shadow of a grin. She had never been very good at deciphering exactly what people were feeling, and she missed any annoyance that leaked through his words by a mile. Hell, she probably would have missed her if it smacked her in the face. When he asked if she was alright, the little grin on her mouth widened the slightest bit, before it retreated completely. Once again, she looked guilty. Suddenly, though, the small little smile was back, about as mysterious as the Mona Lisa's. " Yeah, I'm okay. I've always been kind of a clutz.Her face contorted into a little smirk, hazel eyes trained on the teacher. " You can call me Em. Or Emmy. Either works. Everyone does." The ghost of a smile that danced on her lips widened, and she flashed a wide grin his way. Her mind whirred quickly. Dammit. She should have paid more attention to what he was teaching. Then, maybe, she could actually find some way to not make a complete ass of herself. Only the slightest bit of hesitation showed before she spoke. " I... was just wondering if maybe you could explain more about what you just taught. See, I've always been godawful at history, and I could use all the extra help I could get." Well, that wasn't totally a lie. Yeah, she was godawful at history. To be more technical, she was horrid at about any subject that came her way. She was street smart, not book smart. That's where growing up in the ghetto got you. [/classy]
TAGS: clifffford
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WEARING: le clicke
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Post by CLIFFORD VIRGIL EVERETT on Apr 5, 2012 16:50:07 GMT -5
WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,& your thoughts have taken their toll [/color] ,[/size] ---------------------------------------------------------------------All the different emotions that flashed across her face were a bit disconcerting, all things considered. She hadn't said much but her thought process was obviously not something he wanted in on, so he supposed that that was a good thing.
"Well, try to be careful, will you? We don't want anything too tragic happening to you," he said, not out of concern but out of obligation. He spent a moment hoping that he sounded less apathetic than he felt, but to be honest he didn't care all that much.
"If it's all the same to you, Miss Judson, I'm not everyone, and I will address you as I see fit. In any case, I would appreciate you asking any questions you have before I leave the classroom environment, but as this is the first time, I'll let it go."
He sounded terribly bitter now, but Cliff supposed that it was better for her to dislike him for a reason than to have an extremely inappropriate infatuation with him for no reason. Mostly he just wanted her to leave him be so he could go rest. Being ignored all day was exhausting, really.
"Also, if you're so interested in the lesson, perhaps tomorrow you should pay more attention to what I have to say. Because, Miss Judson, had you been paying attention, you would have realized that I was not teaching anything new today. If you were able to grasp the concepts in days past, then you should have full understanding of today's material. If the case is that you didn't understand it at all, I'm sorry, but I don't really have more to give you. There's nothing more to discuss."
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LISTENING TO Undisclosed Desires - Muse
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Post by EMERSON NOEL JUDSON on Apr 7, 2012 11:43:22 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DAB4C9; border-top: solid #E8EFF3 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;][classy=tite]I'M JUST A LITTLE BIT CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE [/classy][classy=cont] [/classy] [classy=threader] Petite little Em had always been one to wear her heart clearly on her sleeve. She had never been good at hiding her emotions, and they always played clearly on her face, so it wasn't very hard to discover what the brunette was feeling. As he spoke, she actually picked up on the whole 'I don't give a damn' tone in his voice, and she knew he spoke out of requirement and not actual worry. She was awful at picking up other people's emotions, though this one seemed to stand out to her. Even though, she didn't mind. She wasn't really one to cry because a hot teacher didn't give a rat's ass about her. Her nature was bigheadedness, and she always figured she had other options open. She didn't, though, give this opportunity up for lost. A light smirk played on the girl's lips, as she processed what he said. His words were laced with venom, and even she could pick up on that, though it didn't bother her in the slightest. The brunette straightened up, finally leaning away from the wall, and a slight pain needled its way up her leg. Huh. She looked down at her foot with a light frown on her face. Nothing seemed wrong. Eh, she probably just rolled it when she tripped in one of those awful clutz moments of hers. She'd take car of it later. Brushing the slight pain that prodded her foot, she grinned once again his way. " If you say so. History has never been my thing." She didn't, exactly, know what she was doing now. The dude obviously wanted her to go, and quickly. She brushed that off, too. [/classy]
TAGS: clifffford
NOTES: im not really in the whole 'emerson' mood right now --
sorry for the awful post XD
0.0 and sorry it's so short
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Post by CLIFFORD VIRGIL EVERETT on Apr 9, 2012 10:40:40 GMT -5
WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,& your thoughts have taken their toll [/color] ,[/size] ---------------------------------------------------------------------He could feel himself struggling to stay professional and not snap. It was terribly unfair that he was forced to put up with things like this. Children these days had no clue how lucky they were. If he had ever tried something like this in school, he'd probably have gotten hit. But now he was expected to just ignore it. It was stupid.
"You young people never do appreciate the past in the way you should," he observed. He wanted to continue, but he felt like if he did, he'd ramble on and sound very old-man-ish. But he hated how people today lived life like there were no consequences. He'd been alive long enough to realize that every second would affect every other second afterwards, and it would keep piling up forever. He knew how a split second could change his life. That was one he'd learned in Vietnam when he hadn't dodged the bullet fast enough.
The kids today were just spoiled. It wasn't fair. They didn't understand the concept of working hard because they never had to. And as a teacher, he was supposed to just accept it.
"If that's everything, Miss Judson, I'd appreciate it if you left me alone now," he said. He was growing quite sick of her following him.
When people did this to him, he tried to focus on his wife. He missed Geneva so much some days that he couldn't stand it, and the grief helped him keep his temper. She'd tell him to calm down, that these things happen, and that he shouldn't let them get to him. And sometimes that could help him.
Right now, he could imagine her laughing at the girl before him. Does she really think she has a chance? Look at her. She can't be older than fifteen. The age difference is astronomical! And then she would laugh that throaty laugh that he'd loved so much. Age was always a humorous idea to them, given the nearly thirteen years between them.
But there was a big difference between thirteen and fifty one, especially when now it would be considered major pedophilia if he had anything to do with Emerson.
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