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Post by Katia Medina on Aug 30, 2009 19:03:33 GMT -5
Katia walked into the potions room two minutes before class was to begin, she still wasn't sure how she'd let the headmistress talk her into taking this class on in addition to her other duties. After all, it was bad enough that in order to tweak her father she was dealing everyday with students who'd hexed longer teeth onto other students. Now she was going to be teaching the students how to make her life more difficult in her full time job.
One thing was for sure, she would not be allowing the students to shirk off in this class, potions was the most important class a student could take. It would allow them to create their own remedies, create just about anything they could dream of. Potions were used in most jobs that the Ministries across all countries used, and as a core class Katia would expect perfection out of them. After all, that was how she had been taught, and she'd still managed to make it to Medi-Wizard status.
In her tight, perfect handwriting Katia wrote one thing on the board:
Excellence is all that is recognized in this classroom.
Today she would be assessing what the students knew and didn't know, a random potion that at each student should be able to perfectly create based on their year in school. They would have one class time to finish the potions, and if they did not get a passing grade they would have for homework until the next class to turn in the perfect version of their creations.
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Post by Madison Foster on Aug 30, 2009 19:26:45 GMT -5
Madison had already been in the classroom when the teacher appeared. Her eyes widened when she saw what the teacher was writing on the board. Her first impression, by the looks of her was that she would be a nice easy to get along with professor. When the words went up on the board her first thought was no pressure. She waited for the rest of the students to show up so that the professor might start lecturing, or pass out homework, or something.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Aug 30, 2009 19:28:53 GMT -5
Quinn was a little upset to be cutting so close to the deadline of when class was supposed to start. Slinking into the back of the room she found a cauldron that she hoped would be the one she was working on. She read the note on the board as the teacher stood at the front of the room and swallowed to herself. After years of learning on her own she wasn't sure that she'd be able to handle whatever this teacher threw at her.
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Post by nd12 on Sept 2, 2009 17:48:56 GMT -5
Nastasia looked up to see the Potion Professor enter, time would tell if she really had any extra expertise or knowledge to pass along. The professor wrote a statement of sorts more like her expectation for everyone, by the looks on the faces of the others it wasn't taken very well which made Nastasia look to Albert with a shared smirk. What was the big crime in expecting excellence in one of the most very important subjects? Did these dunderheads really think they could just try to pass potions??
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Post by Adara Snow on Sept 5, 2009 12:19:56 GMT -5
Adara saw nothing strange in the professor's demand for excellence. It was as it had always been in her lessons, and so if there was any thought in her mind about the statement, it was only the oddity that the woman felt it necessary to say such a thing when it should have been a given. She took her assignment, mentally nodding and immediately thinking of the supplies she would need.
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Post by Sliver-Anne Nixon on Sept 5, 2009 22:47:33 GMT -5
Silver-Anne's head snapped up when she saw the potions teacher enter. She thought that the lady was being harsh with the demand for excellence. She made a mental note to herself to always preform her best in this classroom in fear of her teacher's raft.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Sept 10, 2009 22:35:06 GMT -5
The professor definitely came off as a hard-ass to Silver with her statement of dictatorship; Excellence is all that is recognized. He hoped she realized that Potions was a mandatory class and not everyone would be as diligent as some of the others. He wasn't worried for himself, since he always put the maximum effort into his classwork, but he wasn't above empathizing with less skilled students.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Sept 11, 2009 16:26:02 GMT -5
Chase sat in the back of the room, stretched comfortably in his seat and wondering if that little excursion to the nurse's quarters would affect his grade. Excellence. He'd give her excellence if he was interested. At the moment, he was more interested in taking advantage of looking while she wasn't, and while his fiancée and Dru weren't around.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 11, 2009 16:30:05 GMT -5
Dare was thinking about that excellence as well, and wondering if he'd manage it. He tried not to think too much about potions, but some masochistic part of him had demanded that he try for an owl. It would help if he ever wanted to get into making wizarding portraits, he knew. Just as long as they didn't get into sleeping potions and calming draughts, he ought to be fine.
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Post by Jasmine Brooks on Sept 13, 2009 14:43:13 GMT -5
Excellence is the only thing recognized? Well, duh! This seemed like a generic statement for a teacher to say, after all isn't one suppossed to put forth their best effort all the time. Maybe it was true, or maybe it was just the fact that she was a Ravenclaw which made it so. Well, she kept her eyes on the front of the classroom, waiting for an introduction to the class or a lecture.
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Post by Jewels Tyler on Sept 13, 2009 17:18:58 GMT -5
Jewels made a mental note of the professor's words on the board. But was that it? She looked at the time, would the class be devoted to just that? Would there be more? Patiently, Jewels sat at her desk and looked around. She spotted Jasmine a ways away. She made another mental note to sit with her during the next class. How had she not seen her before?
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Post by Katia Medina on Sept 14, 2009 9:49:07 GMT -5
Once that majority of her enrolled students made their way into the classroom, Katia stepped forward. She cleared her throat waiting for the murmur to die down. "My name is Katia Medina, and in addition to being the school nurse this year, I will also be filling for the potions position. Believe it or not, but Potions is the most important class that you will be taking, where else will you learn how to create things from rodent repelent, to antidotes, and love potions. Potions encompasses everything that we do in our lives, in one way or another. The more you know about potions, the less you rely on someone else for a potentially sub par brew."
"This is why only excellence is recognized in this class. Yes, points will be awarded for failures, but as long as a failure exists, you will be repeating the potion that you are attempting until you get it right. For today's class I sent ahead to each student a potion that you will be asked to attempt. It is a potion, that at your year you should know how to complete. It is a test of the level you as students are at. You will have until the end of class to make the potion correctly, and if you cannot finish it today, or you finish it, but not to excellent standards, then you will take it home and complete it again. Next week we will begin on regular lessons, and potions pertaining to your year. You may begin." Katia spent the rest of the class wandering through the students workstations, looking over shoulders and occasionally asking questions.
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Post by Annabelle Hennessy on Sept 14, 2009 20:33:18 GMT -5
Anna had been sitting in the front row, off to the side in her usual seat to avoid anyone, and there were several people, that might distract her from her studies. When given the go ahead, Anna got up and gathered the few supplies from the cupboard that she would need. On her way back to her table she couldn't help glancing around at the other faces and almost immediately wished she hadn't. He was here. Determindly, Annabelle lifted her chin and turned to her table, ignoring him and everyone else as she set to work on getting her potion just right.
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