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Post by Яд CoBaka on Sept 13, 2006 17:39:48 GMT -5
Professor Charkov sat behind her small desk in a room to the left of her classroom. It's walls were of a creamy yellow with white molding. A single window faced the schools front courtyard and the lawns grass couldn't have been greener. Alek had been grading papers from a quiz she had given her students that morning, yet stopped as the blazing light that radiated through the room.
It was the only light source needed in the day. She was almost in a daze of dreaming with a red marking pen in her hand when there came a knock at the door to her office. "Come in." She said as she straightened her pinstriped vest and collared shirt. A hat and coat lazily sat on a rack behind her. She knew who it was, or was supposed to be, for she had asked a student to come as soon as classes were finished.
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Post by Яд CoBaka on Sept 15, 2006 17:22:50 GMT -5
Professor Charkov smiled at the young man, "Yes, please take a seat." She gestured to a chair on the opposite side of the desk from hers. "I appreciate you coming Koji." She added trying to make her student more welcomed.
"Lets just get down to business shall we? I've never been good with formalities." She picked up the stack of papers infront of her and set them to the side. Then stood and went to a drawer as she started to look through it for something. "How do you like your classes?" She asked as her head was in the drawer.
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Post by Яд CoBaka on Sept 15, 2006 18:40:24 GMT -5
"Uhuh...Do you like your other teachers?" She said as she pulled a manilla folder out and walked back to the desk. As she sat she opened it, "Now I know I might be stepping out of my boundries here but, I have noticed that your scores have been well..not as good as I would hope from one of my students." She said with a small laugh. "I did alittle checking and found that it is not just my class either, History...Math...Social Studies..." Her finger went down the small list on the paper. "The only one you seem to be doing alright in is Art."
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Post by Яд CoBaka on Sept 15, 2006 19:56:58 GMT -5
The smile went from her face at his words and she stared blankly at him, it was not in her to scold or reprimand, but she would not be talked to as such.
"Mr. Kumori, it is my business to make sure that I have done everything in my power to have helped. If that means looking into things to see if there is a pattern, than that is what I do." Her lips pursed some, "Now there are several things that we can do to help improve what I see in my class, and what these records show. There are extra assignments, study groups..." She trailed as she could see his enthusiasm was not increasing. "Do not make me chose for you." She leaned back in her chair and placed her fingers together infront of her mouth. "I do not blame you for preferring art." She said as her eyebrow raised, "It is full of self expression and culture, but that does not mean we leave our other courses lacking. Do you understand?"
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Post by Яд CoBaka on Sept 15, 2006 20:08:05 GMT -5
She nodded, "Now, what would you like to get out of school? Why are you here?" She started shuffling through the folder as she waited for a reply. She stopped momentarily as she glanced up at him, "Lets try for more than a one word answer please." Professor Charkov tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear that had managed to work itself loose from her neatly fixed mane and she continued with her lookings.
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Post by Яд CoBaka on Sept 15, 2006 20:31:49 GMT -5
As she thumbed through the various papers of the file she made a huffing sound when he answered, "That stands true for many of us here doesn't it? Even some of the teachers." She pulled a paper from the bottom of the stack, "Listen, I know how you feel." She began, "It's not like there is anything you can do once you've finished right? That is and not be in danger of hunters. So why even try?" She shrugged her shoulders, "I'm not trying to be wise or make you think that I'm your friend, I'm not, I am your instructor." She pushed a bowl of scotch candies towards him, "The answer is we do it for ourselves. Because we didn't have a chance to...before."
Then with a sigh she changed the subject, "Did you know that art incorporates other subjects? Geography for one. How do you think you can know where something looks like it should go if you are working on a canvas? The trick is finding a way to incorporate what you like into what you don't." She turned the paper she had to him revealing Vincent Van Gogh's 'A Starry Night'. "Beautiful isn't it? Such color, such inspiration...but what of the stars? How many are there? Would it make the same impact if some were missing?" She covered three of the outer stars with her hands.
((my goodness i'm sure writing novels on this one!))
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Post by Яд CoBaka on Sept 15, 2006 20:44:08 GMT -5
Alek straightened still holding her hand on the picture, "Did I ever say you were? Better yet would I even bother if I thought that?" She sighed and her shoulders sank a few inches. This was going to take a bit more than she originally thought. "What am I doing then, hm?" She asked deciding that she would play into his game. As she slid her hands back and folded them, leaning against the edge of the desk.
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Post by Яд CoBaka on Sept 15, 2006 21:05:12 GMT -5
"How..." She stopped herself before she said something she didn't feel a student should know. "I am one hundred and two years old Mr. Kumori, you know nothing of what I've dealt with." She shook her head. "What makes you think you are anything like the others?"
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Post by Яд CoBaka on Sept 15, 2006 21:30:42 GMT -5
Professor Charkov crossed her legs under her desk as she kept seated at his blow up. She let him simmer for a moment before she responded to his out burst. "You didn't listen." Was all she said, cooly..calmly. "I did not ask if you cared. Infact I'd be surprised if you did. You said that it was obvious that I was going to say that I've dealt with people like you. I simply asked how you knew. What made you think that that was what I was going to say When you know nothing of what I've dealt with?" She smiled, "If you know that then perhaps you are smarter than we both thought."
"Anyway, it's a shame that you don't want to know, it would make for a lovely story." She laughed, though she could see he was in no mood for joking. "You are excused if you wish, though I would like it if you stayed, there are so many more chairs to crash and I was just about to have a bite to eat." She pulled out a small bag from one of the many drawers as she stood. "I wouldn't mind the company. Do you like turkey on wheat?" She asked as she acted as though nothing had happened.
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Post by Яд CoBaka on Sept 16, 2006 8:03:17 GMT -5
((eheh...oops....lol))
Professor Charkov let out a deep breath, "Then that was a mistake on my part, I apologies." She started to cut the sandwich in half. "Well, then what makes me like the others?" Alek handed him half of the sandwich as she took her seat again and waited for him to take it.
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Post by Яд CoBaka on Sept 17, 2006 1:24:58 GMT -5
"I'm sorry to hear that." Professor Charkov said as she set the portion of the sandwich back down and picked at her half. "I would have hoped differently." She crossed her legs as she leaned back in her chair. "Still I wonder why you have come to such a decision." She said not looking at him.
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Post by Яд CoBaka on Sept 17, 2006 20:24:37 GMT -5
Charkov looked up from her sandwich, "Please if you are going to stay I would feel better if you would have a seat." She offered another chair for the first still sat against the door.
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Post by Яд CoBaka on Sept 17, 2006 20:41:37 GMT -5
Alek looked back to her sandwich, "I already said you could if you wanted to."
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Post by Яд CoBaka on Sept 17, 2006 20:55:21 GMT -5
Professor Charkov sighed as she sank slightly in her chair. That could have gone worse... She thought to herself as she set down her sandwich, for some reason now she wasn't hungry.
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