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fandomhigh2008-05-13 12:36 am
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How To Look Like You Belong: Week 1 Period 3
New term, new students, first class. It was, if Aly had to really consider it (and, sadly, she had), her second favourite part of teaching. The first, of course, was actually seeing the students flail about trying to get whatever it was she was teaching.
So for this class, Aly had thrown a cap (hockey, of course) over her hair and dressed like a student. She mingled with the students, body language saying she was a teenager, and found a seat, apparently waiting for the teacher to come in. With any luck most of the students would be too involved in their own dramas or just simple boredom to notice.
She waited for a few minutes then pulled the cap off, leaning back in her chair. "So I guess the teacher isn't coming," she teased. "Five minute rule." Aly stood up and made her way to the front of the class, completely herself again regardless of the clothes. "This class is about blending into your surroundings no matter where you are. It's about being alert enough to pick up on the social and cultural cues needed to avoid standing out in the crowd and getting as much information as you can without giving yourself away."
Aly grinned, lounging back against a chair. "But for today, I want to get to know those of you I don't, and welcome others of you back to my class. Why don't you all introduce yourself, tell me a few things about you, why you took this class, and, oh, one time you really, really failed and blending in. I can start. My name's Aly. Feel free to call me that, I won't have a problem with it. If you need something more formal, let's go with duani. I've been a teacher at Fandom for almost two years, my mother attended Fandom - and graduated with last year's class so you can do the math on how much fun that was - for me, at least, and I'm spymaster for my Queen in the Copper Isles." She paused for a moment, thinking. "And my time of really failing was when I was sixteen and dyed my hair bright blue because it was the fashion at Court. That part was fine. Going home to my family's home on the coast? I stood out more than a crow in a nest of songbirds."
She gestured to the next student. "You, go."
[OOC:Wait for the OCD if you pleeeeeeeeez OCD IS UP!]
So for this class, Aly had thrown a cap (hockey, of course) over her hair and dressed like a student. She mingled with the students, body language saying she was a teenager, and found a seat, apparently waiting for the teacher to come in. With any luck most of the students would be too involved in their own dramas or just simple boredom to notice.
She waited for a few minutes then pulled the cap off, leaning back in her chair. "So I guess the teacher isn't coming," she teased. "Five minute rule." Aly stood up and made her way to the front of the class, completely herself again regardless of the clothes. "This class is about blending into your surroundings no matter where you are. It's about being alert enough to pick up on the social and cultural cues needed to avoid standing out in the crowd and getting as much information as you can without giving yourself away."
Aly grinned, lounging back against a chair. "But for today, I want to get to know those of you I don't, and welcome others of you back to my class. Why don't you all introduce yourself, tell me a few things about you, why you took this class, and, oh, one time you really, really failed and blending in. I can start. My name's Aly. Feel free to call me that, I won't have a problem with it. If you need something more formal, let's go with duani. I've been a teacher at Fandom for almost two years, my mother attended Fandom - and graduated with last year's class so you can do the math on how much fun that was - for me, at least, and I'm spymaster for my Queen in the Copper Isles." She paused for a moment, thinking. "And my time of really failing was when I was sixteen and dyed my hair bright blue because it was the fashion at Court. That part was fine. Going home to my family's home on the coast? I stood out more than a crow in a nest of songbirds."
She gestured to the next student. "You, go."
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