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fandomhigh2012-08-31 08:12 am
furnaceface) wrote in fandomhigh2012-08-31 08:12 am
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Living on the Outskirts, Friday, Period 2
When the students made their way to the classroom for Jonothon's first ever class on the island (and really, what the hell had he been thinking when he had decided he could do this?!) they'd see that the setup for the room was a little on the informal side. Jono had given up on desks, having decided that they were anathema in a class that was supposed to be about making antisocial teens just get over themselves and socialize, already. In their place, sofas. Loveseats. A few bean-bag chairs if people so desired.
And a requisite shadowy corner. Big enough for one. Because he was a brat and wanted to see if any of his students would give one another dirty looks over it. He liked to think he knew their type, for some reason or other.
"Congratulations. If you're here, you've either decided that you're sick of standing in the shadowy corners, or else whoever it is that wrote your schedule for you has decided that you need to get the hell out of them. If it's the former, I hope I don't disappoint. If it's the latter, then I hope you don't disappoint. If you haven't noticed by now just by looking at me, yes, I do have some passing experience with not quite fitting in among my peers." Understatement was fun and educational! "My name is Jonothon Starsmore. You may call me Professor Starsmore if you wish, though I'll likely give you a strange look for it. Jono is just fine, informal though it might be. Everyone else calls me that, you might as well too."
Why mess with something if it worked, right?
"An entire week of classes is nearly out of the way, and I'm certain you're all sick and bloody tired of introductions, but there are half a million of you in here, and I'm going to need to know what to call you if you want to get an attendance mark and pass this course." This course on playing nice with others, yes. "So. Names. Year, if you feel so inclined. And a little something about what it is I'm to be working with, here. Tell me what it is that you feel puts you on the outskirts. Why you feel as though you'll never quite fit in, or what makes your life harder than everyone else's. You're most likely all teenagers. There's a good start. I haven't met a teenager yet who doesn't feel at least slightly as though their life is a ball of misery and darkness so bleak that the sun might never shine through the despair that simply waking from day to day brings them. I know how it works. I used to be a teen, myself. And what you share with the class doesn't have to be anything utterly horrible. If your biggest complaint is that you have to sit here and listen to a large grey British man lecture you about what it's like to be a teen, then that will do just fine."
His grin took on a slightly playful twist to it, perhaps a little in spite of himself.
"And then I want you to talk with your classmates, the people who have just introduced themselves to you, and give them one bright side. Even if that bright side is just that they woke up this morning with all of their body parts still attached.
"Oh, and..." Jono glanced at his class roster. "Surreal and Cade. Congratulations. You have been selected at random for the right to complain that you've just been drafted into a semester of extra responsibility as my TAs. If it's any consolation, that means you get to sit in the recliners near the back of the room, today."
Lucky them.
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And a requisite shadowy corner. Big enough for one. Because he was a brat and wanted to see if any of his students would give one another dirty looks over it. He liked to think he knew their type, for some reason or other.
"Congratulations. If you're here, you've either decided that you're sick of standing in the shadowy corners, or else whoever it is that wrote your schedule for you has decided that you need to get the hell out of them. If it's the former, I hope I don't disappoint. If it's the latter, then I hope you don't disappoint. If you haven't noticed by now just by looking at me, yes, I do have some passing experience with not quite fitting in among my peers." Understatement was fun and educational! "My name is Jonothon Starsmore. You may call me Professor Starsmore if you wish, though I'll likely give you a strange look for it. Jono is just fine, informal though it might be. Everyone else calls me that, you might as well too."
Why mess with something if it worked, right?
"An entire week of classes is nearly out of the way, and I'm certain you're all sick and bloody tired of introductions, but there are half a million of you in here, and I'm going to need to know what to call you if you want to get an attendance mark and pass this course." This course on playing nice with others, yes. "So. Names. Year, if you feel so inclined. And a little something about what it is I'm to be working with, here. Tell me what it is that you feel puts you on the outskirts. Why you feel as though you'll never quite fit in, or what makes your life harder than everyone else's. You're most likely all teenagers. There's a good start. I haven't met a teenager yet who doesn't feel at least slightly as though their life is a ball of misery and darkness so bleak that the sun might never shine through the despair that simply waking from day to day brings them. I know how it works. I used to be a teen, myself. And what you share with the class doesn't have to be anything utterly horrible. If your biggest complaint is that you have to sit here and listen to a large grey British man lecture you about what it's like to be a teen, then that will do just fine."
His grin took on a slightly playful twist to it, perhaps a little in spite of himself.
"And then I want you to talk with your classmates, the people who have just introduced themselves to you, and give them one bright side. Even if that bright side is just that they woke up this morning with all of their body parts still attached.
"Oh, and..." Jono glanced at his class roster. "Surreal and Cade. Congratulations. You have been selected at random for the right to complain that you've just been drafted into a semester of extra responsibility as my TAs. If it's any consolation, that means you get to sit in the recliners near the back of the room, today."
Lucky them.
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Re: Before Class!
Re: Before Class!
"Please don't!" Sholeh squeaked. "I don't want to have to go home!"
=Right. Because that's the most we have to worry about. Having to go home. And not a howling mob of one-faces coming after us.=
"I just got a job at the library and I'm learning lots of things and our mothers will be so disappointed if we come home and Tryadnea is still in danger and--"
=Sholeh!= her sisters hissed. =Stop talking!=
Re: Before Class!
"I wouldn't," he admitted, his tone apologetic. He hadn't meant to worry her by implying that he would tell. "I just meant- please don't tell anyone about what I can do? I'm not really fond of mobs myself."
Re: Before Class!
"Ohhhh," Sholeh said, nodding and looking very relieved. "What you can do--it's a secret, too?" That put things in a different light entirely! They weren't trusting him not to tell on her, they were trusting him not to tell his own secret! That made so much more sense!
Didn't exactly make her feel safer at Fandom, but there wasn't a whole lot that could right now.
*If he did tell someone, you could just deny it anyway,* Zhahar said pragmatically, unaware of just how many telepaths there were on the island. *And let him explain it.*
=True,= Zeela agreed. =Hey! One-face! Can you hear me?=
Re: Before Class!
... He really, really hoped none of their classmates decided to eavesdrop on this conversation, as it probably sounded bizarre.
Re: Before Class!
::Aren't we more worried about him hearing us?:: Sholeh asked.
There was a long moment of silence. Then, in a tight, frustrated voice, Zeela said, =Thanks, Sholeh. That was really helpful.=
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All of which happened to also be the reasons he was in this stupid class to begin with.