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U.S. History- Wednesday February 7, Period Three
The bell rang, and Mr. Noblet was not there.
A minute passed, and Mr. Noblet was not there.
Another passed, and still, there was no Mr. Noblet to be seen.
The time ticked by, until one young student saw her opportunity.
Matilda hopped up from her seat and took her spot at the front of the room. "I finally get to teach you! Listen everyone. I want to tell you to NOT listen to what Mr. Noblet teaches! He's WRONG! Eli Whitney created the cotton gin. He was not alive before 1765. And he died in 1825! So if it's not between those two dates he couldn't have possibly invented it. Furthermore, I beg of all of you to please read a history textbook and not rely on his class for any actual facts okay?"
There were hurried footsteps outside the door, and the handle jiggled.
Matilda knew this was her last chance to hurry and say something good. She held the handle in place with her telekinesis just for another moment and scanned the classroom. There was a certain curly haired boy in the room who she hoped this last big would effect. "Oh and DON'T go asking him about painful, long distance relationships or try giving him a consoling hug or anything." She freed the handle and looked at the door, anticipating Chuck's arrival.
The door flew open, and crashed against the wall, denting it. Chuck hurtled forward into the room, regaining his balance at the last second. He continued at about the same speed, straight for Matilda. His face was red, and his death glare was going full blaze.
"SCRAAAAAABBBLLLE!" He threw his suitcase on the desk, where it landed loudly. "You are not the teacher of this class! As such, you are to wait here for me to start teaching!"
He grabbed Matilda by her shirt collar and started to drag her to her seat.
Matilda flailed. "I'm the TA! I teach if you're not here! That's why you have a TA!" She scrambled a bit in the air and an eraser from the board went flying and pegged Chuck in the back of the head. If she got detention for that... well... She supposed that they can't PROVE it was her...
"Eh?" Chuck dropped Little Miss Scrabble on her butt and turned around, looking for the offending eraser-thrower. Seeing no one, he stood in front of the class and glared. "Who threw that?"
Matilda stood back up and brushed herself off. But she still managed to look very sincere as said, "Oh Mr. Noblet I heard rumors about this room being haunted.... I didn't think it was true.."
Chuck did not like the haunted room theory. His face registered fear for a second, but he quickly slapped his "superior adult" look back on. "Right. You expect me to believe that things just magically fly around on their own? Let me guess. It's the ghost of an evil teacher, here to warn me to change my ways!" He put his arms up and waved them. "Wooooooooo!" He crossed his arms. "Not even a nice try, Scrabble."
Oh now he's just tempting her. She played a ghost before and she could do it again. The lights flicked on and off once or twice and a piece of chalk floated from the tray at the bottom of the board to script out: 'Yes Mr. Noblet... I'm warning you to not mistreat any of your students.'
He whirled around to look at the lights and the chalkboard, a little shocked. "There's no such thing as ghosts. This is some kind of Fandom oddity. There's no such thing as ghosts."
Matilda sat down, satisfied. The chalk dropped from the air and shattered on the ground.
Chuck stared for a good minute at the board. Just stared. Then, he slowly turned around to face the class.
He swallowed. His first attempt at speaking came out in a squeak. His next was high-pitched, but understandable. "So. The United States constitution." He walked to the board, bent over, and picked up the broken chalk. His skin shade was comparable to the chalk, but he managed to write what he had just said on the board.
The United States Constitution
"Let's get to some learning.
“After the Revolutionary war, the states drafted the Articles of Confederation. These sucked. There were various reasons why they sucked, among them the fact that this was a union, not a confederacy. As the US threatened to devolve into chaos, a leading delegation of statespersons gathered to create a better legal system. They decided to name their new document “The Constitution,” after Hamilton’s deceased mother.
As I hope you all know after years in the public school system, the Constitution set up the three branches of American government: The Judicial, the Legislative, and the One Who Actually Holds Power. These were all set with a system of checks and balances, (Hint: right down that phrase. It will be on the test,) to keep no one branch from becoming too powerful. Unfortunately, it was all too easy for the Brach that Actually Holds Power (aka the Executive branch) to wrest control of the country from the other two.
“Washington (who still was capable of ripping open skulls and eating the brains of his opponents, even in his old age), saw more problems. He warned that partisanship within the American people could lead to a rift. He spoke of bickering and strife among the public, bickering that not even threats of pulling the car over, so help me God could fix.
“The people did not heed Washington’s words, and divided into two parties: the Federalist party and the Ice-Cream party. The Ice-Cream party was very popular for a while, but when the chocolate and vanilla ran out, no one wanted to eat that stupid strawberry stuff, and they all left to form the anti-federalist party. Really, they just wanted to screw with the Federalist party, but they took it a bit too far. The United States has been a two-party system ever since, and we’ve since learned that it’s a good idea. Today, it saves people from having to decide on their own opinions. All they have to do is choose which party they support, and then they can have a set list of ideas. It’s a wonderful time saver."
Time was running out in class. “Yadda yadda, three-fifths compromise, yadda, great compromise, yadda yadda drama will we sign it? They did. The end.
Next week, in addition to your homework, I want you to prepare a short presentation on one of our founding fathers. Pick the one you hate the most, and tell us why you hate them, and how terrible they were.
“Any questions?”
[OOC:There shall be an OCD, oh such an OCD there shall be…
...and here it is! It's alive!]
A minute passed, and Mr. Noblet was not there.
Another passed, and still, there was no Mr. Noblet to be seen.
The time ticked by, until one young student saw her opportunity.
Matilda hopped up from her seat and took her spot at the front of the room. "I finally get to teach you! Listen everyone. I want to tell you to NOT listen to what Mr. Noblet teaches! He's WRONG! Eli Whitney created the cotton gin. He was not alive before 1765. And he died in 1825! So if it's not between those two dates he couldn't have possibly invented it. Furthermore, I beg of all of you to please read a history textbook and not rely on his class for any actual facts okay?"
There were hurried footsteps outside the door, and the handle jiggled.
Matilda knew this was her last chance to hurry and say something good. She held the handle in place with her telekinesis just for another moment and scanned the classroom. There was a certain curly haired boy in the room who she hoped this last big would effect. "Oh and DON'T go asking him about painful, long distance relationships or try giving him a consoling hug or anything." She freed the handle and looked at the door, anticipating Chuck's arrival.
The door flew open, and crashed against the wall, denting it. Chuck hurtled forward into the room, regaining his balance at the last second. He continued at about the same speed, straight for Matilda. His face was red, and his death glare was going full blaze.
"SCRAAAAAABBBLLLE!" He threw his suitcase on the desk, where it landed loudly. "You are not the teacher of this class! As such, you are to wait here for me to start teaching!"
He grabbed Matilda by her shirt collar and started to drag her to her seat.
Matilda flailed. "I'm the TA! I teach if you're not here! That's why you have a TA!" She scrambled a bit in the air and an eraser from the board went flying and pegged Chuck in the back of the head. If she got detention for that... well... She supposed that they can't PROVE it was her...
"Eh?" Chuck dropped Little Miss Scrabble on her butt and turned around, looking for the offending eraser-thrower. Seeing no one, he stood in front of the class and glared. "Who threw that?"
Matilda stood back up and brushed herself off. But she still managed to look very sincere as said, "Oh Mr. Noblet I heard rumors about this room being haunted.... I didn't think it was true.."
Chuck did not like the haunted room theory. His face registered fear for a second, but he quickly slapped his "superior adult" look back on. "Right. You expect me to believe that things just magically fly around on their own? Let me guess. It's the ghost of an evil teacher, here to warn me to change my ways!" He put his arms up and waved them. "Wooooooooo!" He crossed his arms. "Not even a nice try, Scrabble."
Oh now he's just tempting her. She played a ghost before and she could do it again. The lights flicked on and off once or twice and a piece of chalk floated from the tray at the bottom of the board to script out: 'Yes Mr. Noblet... I'm warning you to not mistreat any of your students.'
He whirled around to look at the lights and the chalkboard, a little shocked. "There's no such thing as ghosts. This is some kind of Fandom oddity. There's no such thing as ghosts."
Matilda sat down, satisfied. The chalk dropped from the air and shattered on the ground.
Chuck stared for a good minute at the board. Just stared. Then, he slowly turned around to face the class.
He swallowed. His first attempt at speaking came out in a squeak. His next was high-pitched, but understandable. "So. The United States constitution." He walked to the board, bent over, and picked up the broken chalk. His skin shade was comparable to the chalk, but he managed to write what he had just said on the board.
The United States Constitution
"Let's get to some learning.
“After the Revolutionary war, the states drafted the Articles of Confederation. These sucked. There were various reasons why they sucked, among them the fact that this was a union, not a confederacy. As the US threatened to devolve into chaos, a leading delegation of statespersons gathered to create a better legal system. They decided to name their new document “The Constitution,” after Hamilton’s deceased mother.
As I hope you all know after years in the public school system, the Constitution set up the three branches of American government: The Judicial, the Legislative, and the One Who Actually Holds Power. These were all set with a system of checks and balances, (Hint: right down that phrase. It will be on the test,) to keep no one branch from becoming too powerful. Unfortunately, it was all too easy for the Brach that Actually Holds Power (aka the Executive branch) to wrest control of the country from the other two.
“Washington (who still was capable of ripping open skulls and eating the brains of his opponents, even in his old age), saw more problems. He warned that partisanship within the American people could lead to a rift. He spoke of bickering and strife among the public, bickering that not even threats of pulling the car over, so help me God could fix.
“The people did not heed Washington’s words, and divided into two parties: the Federalist party and the Ice-Cream party. The Ice-Cream party was very popular for a while, but when the chocolate and vanilla ran out, no one wanted to eat that stupid strawberry stuff, and they all left to form the anti-federalist party. Really, they just wanted to screw with the Federalist party, but they took it a bit too far. The United States has been a two-party system ever since, and we’ve since learned that it’s a good idea. Today, it saves people from having to decide on their own opinions. All they have to do is choose which party they support, and then they can have a set list of ideas. It’s a wonderful time saver."
Time was running out in class. “Yadda yadda, three-fifths compromise, yadda, great compromise, yadda yadda drama will we sign it? They did. The end.
Next week, in addition to your homework, I want you to prepare a short presentation on one of our founding fathers. Pick the one you hate the most, and tell us why you hate them, and how terrible they were.
“Any questions?”
[OOC:
...and here it is! It's alive!]
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"IS THE CHALK OKAY????"
Willow had her priorities.
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He then walked over to the two broken halves of the chalk, and held them up.
"It's broken, but still useable."
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"Take good care of it."
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He nodded.
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Willow reached into her bookbag and turned a pocketbook sized pack of tissues into a makeshift bed for her newly adopted chalk.
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