Thayne Nycknell stormed the charms classroom, his mind racing. His jumbling thoughts fuel for his indignation. He would make him sorry for making him look like a fool. It was just one more reason his classmates didn’t need to ridicule him. Reaching the door he steeled himself and reached for the door handle. He hesitated a moment when the door opened on its own, giving the man he sought time to say,
“Come in, Thayne.”
Frowning he stepped forward quickly, suppressing a shiver. It wasn’t late yet, but the cliffs hid the sun from this wing of the castle by two o’clock and an hour later the halls were already chilly. Feeling a little confused but mostly suspicious. He narrowed his eyes trying to locate the professor in the dim light. None of
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Professor Globulus raised a ball of light in his hand and it scattered to light the lamps as he turned from the cauldron and regarded Thayne severely.
“Now was that entirely necessary? You almost upset my work.” He gestured to the bubbling cauldron in front of him.
“Is the total darkness necessary? What are you doing?”
“No, it just helps me concentrate. You wanted to discuss something?”
Professor Arthur Globulus crossed his arms, waiting. He was the most mild-tempered teacher at Psyhne, the school of magic. He had gone to school with Thayne’s grandfather, they were both aquamancers, and as members of Florean House had become and remained very close. They shared many things, including a love of rich foods. Globulus’s long hair was steel grey, and hidden under his tall pointed hat was his shining bald pate. Seeing Thayne’s gaze on his hat, he lifted a self-conscious hand to make sure it was sitting properly and Thayne marvelled as he always did at the sight of the blue tinge and slightly wrinkled texture of the skin as if it had been too long submerged in water. It was a sign of the professor’s age and magic that his left and dominant hand showed the signs of its use. Globulus’ brown eyes seemed to laugh at him and Thayne narrowed his own in
Gregory heard someone giggle. He banged on the flat of his hand on the door “Let me in. Gregory. Let me in” There was nothing but silence… He waited and called again, but there was no response so he wondered away. He couldn’t demand to be let in and pleading would do no good.
Now I wished that I could pen a letter to my school to be read at the opening assembly that would tell them how wrong we had all been. You should see Zachary Taylor, I’d say.” Lily is realizing now that beauty comes in all colors. She is also again being exposed to the fact that her way of being raised was wrong, that years and years of history was false. “The whole time we worked, I marveled at how mixed up people got when it came to love.
Mr. Prud’homme, a substitute teacher for the summer session, went to Gene and Finny to discipline them the next morning for missing dinner, but he was soon won over by Finny’s ebullient talkativeness and leaves without giving punishment. Mr. Patch-Withers, the substitute headmaster, held tea that afternoon. Most of the students and faculty conversed awkwardly; Finny, on the other hand, proved he’s a great conversationalist. As Mr. ...
“A souvenir, as part of your wand stockpile of treasures. My job is done. I can…” Orson’s words trailed off.
"Oh", he whispered. "You better get going then or else the boss will be furious."
“I see you Mr. Adza, I see right through you. You think you can charm your way out of any situation with your big smile and smooth way with words, but you can’t just coast through life with this sort of arrogant, nonchalant attitude. One day its really gonna bite you in the ass,” said Mr. Jansen, as he towered over my desk. Most of the class had scurried out at the sound of the school bell. I was simply trying to explain to the man that my random outbursts in class actually did him a favor because it loosened my classmates up, freeing their mind for the learning process. In fact, Mr. Jansen and I were actually a team. We were the dream team! I was the comic relief and he was the scholar. We went hand in hand.
Chyanne was in 6th grade when she met justin mouton. It was basically love at first sight. Every year through middle school they dated or flirted. Then one year in 8th grade Chyanne got out of a 6 month relationship with Ikeno Parsons. Justin began to flirt with her again. She was still at an emotional state but wanted to get over ikeno fastly. They started dating November 16th 2014. The relationship was so nice. Justin was a sweetheart but Chyanne was not she made many mistakes. She was very rude towards Justin. She even cheated on him. As the relationship went on they grew closer and she began regretting her actions. Chyanne decided to stop acting like she did not care about him and began being more caring. They got even closer. She still broke up with Justin frequently but only to prove a point to him. It was summer. Chyanne made Justin cry because she wouldn't take him back. Chyanne met Justin's whole family. School started back up. They just got back together. He attended Newark high school and Chyanne attended M.O.T charter. She soon noticed Justin was acting very different. He found out about Chyanne having feelings for another boy while they were on the break. He was very upset he stopped texting her. She constantly texted him and wouldn't give up. They finally made up after 3 days of arguing. When they got back together Justin was disrespectful all the time. Every Time chyanne even caught an attitude it was the end of the world. Justin start doing
Granger. Students swore that she had x-ray vision. If you were chewing gum within a 50-foot radius of her, you knew you were caught, which led to lots of repercussions. Some students stood taller than her, yet she was still a giant compared to them. It was her eyes that did it, if she turned them on full power she could turn you into a speck of dust. Nick had a sick feeling about having Mrs. Granger a week before school started when she sent home a letter to his parents telling them that they had to buy him a dictionary so that the students can acquire an expanded vocabulary. His mother thought it was very nice to have a teacher that cared, but Nick knew Mrs. Grangers battle cry: “Look it up! That’s why we have the dictionary!” The time had come. For thirty-seven minutes, straight she packed the class full of work, things like pre-tests, review of cursive writing, expected formatting for their work and so on. Nick felt the need to do something, waste time. A few minutes before the bell rang Nick posed a question that he just knew would hold out the rest of class so she couldn’t finish. He was wrong. Instead she wrapped him up, assigned him extra homework and assigned the whole class an assignment, including Nick. Nick knew that everything he had heard about Mrs. Granger was true- don’t mess around with the Lone Granger. This of course was his first of many attempts to ruffle her feathers! Read on to see what havoc Nick
She walked past the front desk and then turned right, climbing a wide staircase that lead up to a landing that was spotted with golden rays of light coming through a large window. She felt its warmth as she circled up the stairs to the top floor. It was unoccupied, except for an old grey haired man who sat behind a desk reading the daily paper through thick lenses. He glanced up at her, smiled and then folded the paper in half.
Ever since I was 8 years old, my answer to the inevitable question of “What to do you want to be when you grow up?” has always been, “A dancer and a missionary”. I cannot remember a time when I was not dancing, and dance is one of my greatest passions. My dream is to one day become a professional dancer and share the joy of dance with others, but I don’t want to just stop there. I hope to reach children in inner cities and poor areas of America who do not have access to dance, and bring them both dance and the gospel, a powerful combination which can forever change a child’s life. I also would love to go on missions trips to bring dance to children in other impoverished nations. However, in order for me to reach these goals, I have to take the next steps as a student.
“You must have forgotten to plug in the meat freezer...” She gave a tiny smile as he said
The time is 1959, the hundredth anniversary of the founding of Welton Academy. Welton is a sort of Ivy League training school. The boys of Welton Academy are dutiful sons, their lives arranged by Mom and Dad like connecting dots. They need only move assuredly from point A, Welton, to point B, Harvard or Oxford, to point C, a prestigious law firm/corporation/band. However, that does not stop their new English teacher from encouraging them to break the pattern. With a contagious passion for verse and a lust for life, Keating exhorts his students to think for themselves. Then avocation that they strip themselves of prejudices, habits and influences.
Ding! Ding! Ding! chimed the school bell, to some representing the end of just another arduous engagement with the American education system. For me, however, the bells’ tintinnabulation signified the beginning of a different bout. Armed with a bouquet of ravishing red roses, with gallons of perspiration cascading down my freshly groomed face, I stumbled outside. There she stood, her figure like that of a meticulously crafted hourglass, her perfect visage unmarred by a single blemish. In spite of the butterflies parading in my stomach, I garnered the strength to walk up to the girl. As I attempted to speak, my lips quivered vigorously, as if they were sentient beings attempting to retreat from the impossible situation I had placed them in.
Seven thirty in the morning, confused, and gazing at my first experience of college I had no idea what this semester would have in store for me. Within the second story of Vawter Hall about fifty to a hundred students are crowding the hall awaiting the arrival of their professors. I was no different; unlike these other chatty energetic individuals I was alone, and desperate to get this first day over with. At eight o’clock bells chime through the building and the students have now dwindled down to those who I will later come to know as classmates and those few who had overslept on the first day. Eight fifteen, the little crowd starts to stir; the professor has still yet to arrive. Around eight twenty a woman with short cut hair arrives in a hurried manner, clearly upset to have arrived after her students. However, to her surprise, and those of her students, the door was
Lockers may have slammed, Miss Popularity may have pouted, but everything stopped for me. All I saw was him. It felt like someone had reached down my throat and, with strong fingers, drew my breath and stomach from my trembling body. His sapphire eyes drilled deep into my heart, and every nuance of his face became eternally etched into my mind. The tall, thin body stood out like a glistening jewel among the dull coal of the locker bay. Sensing my eyes burning deep into him, he turned around and said, "Ah, sorry. My bad." The words were spoken by a voice that could talk a m...