fandomhigh | Office Hours - Psychology, Magical Theory

On her way back up the attic Paige reads the note and panics a little then enters the room looking worried.

"Excuse me Miss Calendar, I was going to appliy for a place in the Magical Theory class, but I only got a D in Psych last year."

"Have a seat, Paige," says Jenny, gesturing to a chair. "I'm not going to forbid you to sign up for Magical Theory, but I am a little concerned about your ability to keep up with the work. The format of the class will be changing around a bit--more discussion-based, but with monthly quizzes on the topics we've covered instead of daily homework."

She opens her grading program and looks it over. "You did great at the start of the term, but it looks like your participation started dropping after a while. I accepted your final project a day late because I didn't want to fail you or Jack. Basically? I need you to convince me you can keep up with the class."

{{OOC: I absolutely will not stop Paige from registering for Magical Theory! But I did want to play out the IC concerns on the work. :) Does that work for you?}}

Paige nods, "Yeah that's cool, I just kinda...had a lot going last semester and with the change of class times and things I just kinda forgot some of the work I guess, sorry about that, but I can promise I'll do all the work for this, I really think it's something I need to take, for well for what I am. There were a few classes on magic last year but they didn't really work out."

She pauses, "I did okay with my other classes, I think maybe the change in Psych with ~~scary squid lady~~ Professor Drusilla leaving just disrupted me more than it should have."

((yeah that works fine))

"From what I understand, it was everyone's first term here. New school, go fig, right?" She nods, and checks her grading program again. "I know you did extra credit, which helped your grade and does say good things about your academic performance." She glances up at Paige. "Are you a witch, then? I'm noticing we have a few around here."

"I think if you apply yourself, you should be handle the work. Though, gotta warn you, I'll be grading a bit more strictly than I did last term, 'kay?" Jenny smiles reassuringly. "Good luck with class sign-ups, Paige."

It hadn't even occured to Paige that Jenny might not know she was a witch, everyone else in the school did, she'd never seen much point in finding it.

She nods, "erm yeah I came into my powers a few months ago," she doesn't go into more details, she only really spoke about the car crash to Sawyer now.

"I think I'm settled in now, so hopefully I'll do okay, I'll try my best," she assures her, "Thanks Miss Calendar."

"You're welcome, Paige," says Jenny. "I hope to see you in class."

Shep's taken to wandering the halls again. He sees the sign on the door regarding T.A.s. He hasn't tried that yet, and he should be able to handle the info from Psych 101 without too much trouble. So he knocks on the door... "Miss Calendar?"

"Hey, come in," says Jenny. "Given that you're a student I don't know, I'm guessing you're here about a TA position?"

Xander knocked on the door in the afternoon, looking more than a little frazzled, and carrying a sticker-adorned laptop in one hand.

"Ms. Calendar? I know it's not exactly in your job description these days, but do you think you could help me with this thing? Willow got an upgrade, and I did some benefit reapage, but right now the benefits are about two 'cannot connect to network' pop-ups away from flying out my window, with a manual assist."

"Xander!" exclaimed Jenny, smiling as she looked up from her laptop. "You've brought an ailing computer for me to play with. This? Is never a bad thing. Trust me, just because I'm teaching psych now, it doesn't mean all my computer skills have atrophied." Even if she's had to teach herself eight years' worth of new technology in the past month and a half. Thank God she's a fast study with computers.

Xander nodded. "I actually can poke my way around a regular PC these days; apparently I didn't forget everything from your class, and we have to use them a lot more here. But the laptop thing and the Mac thing and the randomly decides it's trying to connect to some network in another dimension thing, that's a bit much to take all at once."

"That sounds like a job for me," said Jenny, grinning. She moved her laptop off to the side and held out her hands. "Lemme have that sucker. Sounds like you're having problems with the interdimensional network. Gotta say, technomagic comes in more handy here than it did in Sunnydale."

She tinkered around with the network settings for a few minutes, then glanced curiously up at Xander. "Decided what classes you're going to take next term?"

Xander grinned back, maybe a little uncertainly. "I kinda thought I'd take yours, for one. Uh, the intro to Magic, not the psych. The world does not need Xander Harris with the ability to diagnose its problems at a deeper level than 'wow, you are sincerely screwed up.'"

"It's covering magical theory, actually," said Jenny, shaking her head and laughing at Xander's joke about psychology. "No way am I teaching actual magic without knowing who's got a solid grounding in theory and ethics, y'know?"

She changed a couple more network settings, then wrinkled her nose at the computer. "They don't make it easy for you, do they? You know, Xander, I'm looking for a TA for Magical Theory--and you do have a lot of practical experience."

"In learning what not to do, you mean?" Xander snickered. Then added, "Wait, TA as in teaching assistant? Come on, yank the other one. Me? In a position that involves responsibility?"

"You guessed it," said Jenny, then nodded at him. "No, I mean it. You can handle responsibility. Besides, it'll look good on your college applications. Where are you applying to?"

Xander groaned. "Oh man, not you too? Willow's all 'take your SAT's again, I bet you can get a higher score, and you don't want to work at Doublemeat Palace for the rest of your life...' "

Jenny nodded. "I'm a teacher. Of course I want you to go to college!" She wrinkled her nose. "Besides, Doublemeat Palace? Ew. Place is kinda gross. And you totally underestimate yourself. Tell you what. Sign on as my TA for Magical Theory, I'll write you a letter of recommendation for college, and if you want, I'll help you study to retake the SAT's."

She grinned at him. "Just think of it as my contribution to the future of our society."

Xander quirked a brow. "So they'll know who to blame when I accidentally start World War Three someday, huh?"

"Xander." Jenny gave him the same look she had when he turned in poorly-done homework in Sunnydale. "Don't make me beat you into submission with the 'this is your future we're talking about' speech."

Xander held up his hands in front of his face in an exaggerated posture of fearfulness. "Not that! Never the future speech!" He lowered his hands and looked a little wistful. "Especially now that I can't use the excuse of living in Sunnydale and thus probably not having one."

Jenny laughed. "Not just the future speech. The future speech and me showing you college websites. You wanna give in before I start with the torture?" she asked. She gave Xander a sympathetic look. "You miss it? Or do you miss Willow?"

"Yes? All of the above?" He cocked his head, considering. "I can't say I miss Sunnydale, but I miss the gang. And being young enough that the biggest thing we thought we had to be afraid of was the dreaded college website speech." Not that he was sure there ever really was a time like that -- not after Buffy came, anyway, and he didn't think he'd ever want to trade knowing her for being that innocent again.

"Who'd miss a place with a direct line to hell?" asked Jenny. "But I know what you mean." She took a drink of her ~~completely unmentioned before now, but it's Jenny, people~~ coffee and looked back up at him. "There are people there that I miss too. But guess what? You've grown up. Speaking from someone who hit grown-up a little sooner? The whole process pretty much sucks. Especially if you do it in Sunnydale. Everyone learns sooner or later that the world's got big things to be frightened of. In Sunnydale they're just--bigger than most things."

"And the college website speech is a little scary. If only due to the sheer number of links I have to go with it."

Xander glanced over his shoulder for the alleged grown-up she was speaking to, but no one was there. Huh.

"Um." He coughed. "Speaking of links, those favorites on the browser? So not mine. Not that 'girls who might love girls' doesn't sound. Er. Educational, but I haven't actually been able to connect long enough to check my e-mail without thirty re-tries, let alone start bookmarking sites that I wouldn't leave on my computer before handing it over to a teacher."

Phoebe knocked hesitantly on the door, hoping the teacher was in.

"Phoebe," says Jenny ~~door's open, btw~~. "How's it going?"

Phoebe smiles a little bit. "Ma'am? Is there any chance you might offer your magical class next semester or as an Independent study at some time?"

"Hadn't really thought about it," said Jenny. "I suppose I'll probably see how signups go tomorrow, you know? Were you interested in taking the class?"

"Yes ma'am, I am. However, due to other responsibilities, I won't be able to try to take the class until the Add period or the next time you offer it."

"Well," said Jenny slowly. "I'd like to see how class registration goes before I consider running an independent study. And if the class is a success, I certainly plan on offering it in subsequent terms. Why don't you stop by next week, and we'll see how the class schedule looks?"

((Do we have to sign up for the class to be a TA for it?))

OOC: Yes, it's one of your five classes. I've heard so from the admins directly. :)

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