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SPOILER!!: Julie! <3 Quote:
Originally Posted by nicole black  Julie was completely and utterly baffled. The others had all seemed to be much further on than she was - in fact the Slytherin could hear diligent tap-tap-tapping coming from all over the classroom meanwhile she could still not get her computer to do-
WELL.
ANYTHING.
Her arrow whipped back and forth across the screen as she waited for the little box thing to pop up as Professor Stewart had said it would but nothing - absolutely not a single thing - happened as Julie sat there with growing frustration. The Seventh year clicked once on the little green, red, yellow and blue circle and waited, counting silently to fifty.
1. This was practically insulting.
5. It had all seemed so easy when Linc had shown her before.
23. this keyboard reminded her nothing at all of keys.
27. Googly was a very strange word, perhaps it was some sort of Muggle slang she was unfamiliar with.
32. Muggle slang, now that would be an interesting lesson.
33. Not to say this wasn't an interesting lesson, Julie couldn't get far enough into it to figure that out.
47. Scrimgeour looked particularly smug and Julie was absolutely choosing to ignore him.
And then, quite like very slow magic the window appeared just as described and Julie almost leapt from her seat with relief. The key word being almost. Clearing her throat, the Slytherin moved her little white arrow toward that funny little box and dramatically paused. All that time and she'd not even remotely considered what she would googly when the time finally came. Stumped, Julie slumped back in her chair and rest her chin on her fist. What did one... Googly? Professor Stewart said it could be a place, a thing or even a person and while plenty of things skipped to the forefront of her mind none of them seemed suitable or like they would be found anywhere in the muggle world. And that was the thing wasn't it? all these lessons and Julie still thought only in the perspective of a pureblooded witch.
Had she been so inclined, Julie might have found herself reaching a sort of crisis, but Julie did not believe in crisis especially those of the public variety and so, with a thoughtful frown she brought her fingers to the poorly named keyboard and wrote the very first neutral object which came to her.
W-H-A-L-E-S
In all caps and spaced far apart and looking every bit of wrong. Julie frowned, she glanced furtively at Scrimgeour before raising her hand to attract Stewart's attention. "Professor," she said, her voice calm and cool regardless of her nerves. "Does it matter if the thing we Googly is spelled perfectly? Mine is, of course - but I was wondering." She quickly added for fear her classmates would think her illiterate. The Slytherin most certainly was not, it was just that this- these weird buttons were not easy to command.
Googly? Oh! Julie meant Google. “I am sure you mean Google and not Googly.’’ Like googly eyes. “No, it does not. If you spell something incorrectly, Google can correct it. For example, if you search for ‘cricket’ and let’s say you spelt it ‘C-r-i-k-e-t', the search will go through but there will be an inscription saying ‘Did you mean ‘cricket’?’ or ‘Showing results for cricket’.’’
SPOILER!!: Jessa! <3 Quote:
Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo There was the smallest sigh of relief when the Professor moved in without saying anything to her. Good, it’d worked. She wouldn’t have to change seats and could go back to doing what she typically did during lessons. Once the woman began another spiel on things she saw no need to take notes on, Jessa once again turned her gaze out the window.
Thanks to her mother, she already had an email address that she had no real need for. It sat around in that virtual space gathering metaphoric dust.
Vaguely she caught a few words, permission slips, another class, anything they wanted for their IDs. Questions? No, she didn’t have those. Occasionally she would glance back at her screen and the images her charm had created. They changed every now and then, conjuring up new jackalopes. She’d done her own readings before. It turned out, they were nothing but a myth for muggles but she had one, making it real.
For the most part, it was the birds flying about that held her attention.
She dared not draw her wand again to change her screen so it mimicked the others who were now creating these gmail accounts, just in case. It was probably better to leave it as is and hope the Professor had little need to come back.
Which....probably DID mean looking like she was paying some attention. Huh. Jessa pried her eyes from athe window, her hand once again on her mouse. She would fake it as long as was needed.
Jessa certainly was looking out of that window a lot. Kay knew that Jessa was brilliant in her own way but the woman did want her to pay full attention to the lessons. Possibly at the next lesson, she would request that the Ravenclaw sit at the front of the class. “Ms. Cambridge? I hope you’re paying attention? Let me know if you have any more issues.’’
SPOILER!!: Josie! <3 Quote:
Originally Posted by PuppySara She blinked at first, not expecting the professor to actually pay attention but she smiled regardless, "I was actually thinking the same thing." The brunette nodded and made a mental note to try to scour for it again later to show Taylor next time she was home...
And now for the main question, she couldn't help raise her hand... fairly certain she might be the only one with this issue but... oh well, "Professor... What if we already have a gmail account?" Her parents had insisted she have one, saying it made it easier to help her remember important dates and her siblings birthdays... Maybe it wouldn't affect the lesson plan... but it was better to ask before she just assumed that meant she was done for the day.
How nice that Joise had agreed with her. Yes, that had been the prettiest dress on display. “If you have an email address already, then that’s fine. You’ll help those that will need to set up theirs.’’
SPOILER!!: Hanna! <3 Quote:
Originally Posted by Jessiqua The mention of the emails from earlier had interested her, even though she wasn't entirely sure of them, so Hanna was quite glad to hear that they would be doing the email. However, to hear that there were NEWER ways muggles interracted, faster or more convenient than email?
Huh... so the 'e' stood for electronic. Kind of like Owl Mail. Could be omail. or Snail mail could be smail. The thought almost made her giggle, but she remembered that the Headmaster was in the room. Although seeing how Professor Stewart was ignoring him, Hanna figured that's what she should do to. He wasn't there. Wasn't there. Wasn't there...
Ugh, but he was.
Hanna dipped her quill into the ink again, continuing to write everything down. The words Microsoft, Yahoo, and Hotmail made her frown, but she wrote those down anyway. They just had no place in her brain yet, but that was what learning was all about. Finding a place in your brain for the information to go.
Hanna felt like she was mostly able to follow, although she did have to peek at what others were doing to make sure she was on the same page. Literally. So far, it seemed, was okay, and she found herself at the page where she had to put all of her information in. Her name went in, with slowness. Her email, she decided, would just be HSNewton, but as she soon discovered from her own screen, as well as what Professor Stewart was saying, she couldn't actually create an account and become part of the email. Did she even know anyone with the email? Her entire family could be contacted from owls, and any muggle friends she had got the letters sent in the mail after she'd sent them home.
When Professor Stewart asked about questions, Hanna raised her hand. "Professor, w-what other um... things are there that are better than the email?" What could be more technologically advanced than this?!
“There are quite a few,’’ Kay said loud enough for the other kiddos to hear. “There is social media, which is something like a large global gathering. It’s useful for keeping in contact with persons and news travels rather quickly on that. There are also chat applications where you can type messages to a single person or a group of them.’’ She beamed. “We’ll be covering those in a future lesson.’’
SPOILER!!: Stella! <3 Quote:
Originally Posted by Granger Danger Stella was in the mist of googling puppies and kitties when she the Headmaster walking into the room from her computer monitor. Uh... oh, were they in trouble? Looking around she made sure everything was neat and tidy along with her robe and uniform. She might be a Gryffindor and there was many kinds of courage but she was terrified of this man. Everything about this man sent shivers down her spine and made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Was Professor Stewart being sacked as well?
"No...no... NO!"
She thought to herself she didn't want all the nice Professor's gone, she bit her lip trying to hold back tears. Looking at the older Lucas and them in comfort she looked afraid. Afraid that this year was going to end up in a soulless military school standards, she already hated the rules and stupid S.O.R.E workout EVERY morning. It wasn't how she thought her first year at Hogwarts would be, it was like she was living a nightmare.
Turning back to her computer she typed in puppies and kittens and started looking through the pictures. She was slowly starting to feel better, but the thought of her losing nice and sweet professors upset her she didn't want anymore soulless people. Why didn't the Headmaster get dementors to each at Hogwarts then? Then again Stella thought a Dementor probably had more of a soul then the Headmaster and that was saying alot...
Seeing a cute puppy and kitten picture she squealed a bit before googling husky puppies her favorite!
Now... it was time to move onto email, that was interesting she didn't know what that was. Raising her hand she looked at the Professor. "Is it like Facebook and Twitter professor or more private?" Stella asked her curiously. She had those, but not a email so creating one was going to be exciting her parents created her twitter and Facebook account.
The squealed attracted her attention and the woman turned in its direction to see little Stella seemingly enjoying herself with what was displayed on the screen. Ah, it was moments like this that she lived for: when the kiddos were having a good time in her lessons. “It’s a lot more private. You see with social media, you are more likely to be placing information about yourself for almost anyone else to see. With your email, only you will have access to the contents unless, of course, you chose to share your email ID and password with someone else.’’
SPOILER!!: Abra! <3 Quote:
Originally Posted by Felixir "Nothing, nothing," Abra reassured the professor, except that something obviously had startled him, so it was probably better to explain. Even if it was... you know... embarrassing. "Just... I was a bit too close, and the thing-" he gestured to the Google "-appeared, and I wasn't expecting it." Ahem. He was going... maybe just a little bit red in the face.
Which didn't last long, because Abra just happened to glance around at that moment and catch sight of the Headmaster, and the colour drained from his face. What was he doing here? Were they being inspected? Was he there to make sure they were all behaving in classes or something? Abra's immediate thoughts were that, yes, Headmaster Scrimgeour was here to monitor the students, it didn't even enter his head that Professor Stewart was the one under scrutiny.
Now wishing he hadn't chosen a seat right at the back, now very much awake and alert, Abra whipped back around again and faced the computer monitor. The phrase 'Did you mean: cute cats' had appeared at the top of the screen, followed by a small selection of pictures of cats. They were, indeed, cute, but now Abra was a little too focused on the fact that the headmaster was here to be really be comforted by those pictures. He wished Squigs were there, though, and decided at once he would seek out the cat after class for hugs.
Abra wasn't totally sure on how to proceed, but that was okay, because Stewart was continuing the class anyway. He turned his attention to her and... well, he tried to follow what she was telling them. Easier to follow were the instructions; Abra sought out the tiny squares in question and clicked on them when they were instructed to, then clicked on the picture that looked a bit like an envelope, with 'Gmail' written underneath it, followed by 'create account'. It was about that time that he started to get fully overwhelmed with all the the things on the screen, and anxious about whether they would actually be required to make an email account. Abra didn't want to put his name and information into the computer, just the idea made him feel a little jumpy.
Oh. No. It was okay, they weren't doing that, at least not today. FUTURE PROBLEM. Okay, that was fine. Well, Abra had no questions, and nothing to really say about email, so he decided to keep quiet and wait patiently until they moved on. Hadn't Professor Stewart said something about games?
Caught off guard was what had happened to Abraham, it seemed. If someone was not familiar with the process, a page popping up would be startling. Kay patted him reassuringly on the shoulder.
SPOILER!!: Max! <3 Quote:
Originally Posted by Waterloo Given the opportunity to search whatever they wanted, Max had of course gone right on ahead and typed in the name of one of his favourite comic book characters. He was so busy scrolling and looking at all the images on the monitor in front of him, he hadn’t even noticed that the Headmaster had entered the room at some point.
Nor did he really notice when the class moved on.
While Professor Stewart spoke of emails and personal information and permission slips, Max continued to browse, occasionally clicking on a picture that looked particularly cool so that he could see it in it’s full size. He was a computer googling genius, see.
And then the most dreaded thing happened amid all the scrolling. Was that……..???? His favourite character…..? Defeated……….? He hadn’t read that issue yet!!!
SPOILER ALERT!!!
“Wait. WHAT? No no no!!!”
Had his outburst been out loud? OOOPS.
Goodness!
“Everything all right over there, Mr. Carden?’’
He startled HER.
SPOILER!!: Derf! <3 Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Derf was just sort of staring, mouth slightly agape, at Chloe when she spoke in that pseudo cutely innocent manner AT the Headmaster. And, welll, Derf knew he was one to warn others against speaking up to authority - something he still did not regret one bit - but.... "Chloe," he hissed from across the way, shaking his head subtly in warning her to not push buttons. Partly for her sake...but partly for Professor Stewart's as well. Even if, well, he did feel the woman's evaluation was overdue, especially in light of the events two years ago. Just, you know, being possessed for so long at at such high stakes...
And he was getting distracted now and had entirely zoned out while the professor was addressing how to make this Gmail thingy - his own screen was still on frogs, particularly of the poison dart variety - though he eventually tuned back in while Professor Stewart was still explaining and he assumed they were supposed to be filling in all these field thingies. So he was hunting and pecking for the information and had just about finished when she THEN said that they weren't actually going to be creating one of these today. THEN WHY EXPLAIN IT ALL AND GIVE THEM THE INFORMATION TO EXECUTE?! IT WAS DANGLING A DEAD FERRET IN FRONT OF A HIPPOGRIFF!
As for her question regarding emails and stuff...he knew his dad had one for business purposes and probably mum did too for the same reason. But, er, Internet safety NOW rather than later if they were going to go poking around things, you know? But...anyway, question first and up went his hand.
"Dad has one and he uses it to correspond with muggles for work purposes and stuff. Since his company deals with aquatic flora in muggle regions and all. Think he prefers uses the telephone though. And he has to be careful because the Statute and stuff...but he got a virus once as an email attachment I remember...one of those where like...someone could break into your computer using an attachment or something..." He only half knew what he was talking about here. "I coulda been really bad though...like REALLY bad."
Er...he was going to close this Gmail tab for now. IF he were to make one of these...he certainly wasn't going to put his actual name anyway.
Kaysha nodded. “Yes, emails can be destructive if one with a virus is opened. There are a few subtle ways in which one can know what emails contain viruses but sometimes, even the best can be fooled. Viruses are another topic we will be covering later in the term.’’ She considered for a moment then added for all to hear, ‘’Computer viruses are not contagious.’’ It was a question that had been asked of her in the past.
SPOILER!!: Patrick! <3 Quote:
Originally Posted by siriusblackliveson Patrick had followed every instruction given, after nearly being in trouble he wasn't ready for that terrifying moment yet. His eyes tracked the headmaster as he walked in... now he really couldn't mess up he needed to figure out exactly how he was going to fly under his radar.
Just as he was going to start another google search he heard Professor Stewart move them along an e-mail address he had one for years. Raising his hand he waited for professor Stewart to call on him. "My parents used to send me notes and pictures to my e-mail as a sort of digital scrap book so I would have memories. It makes it easy for my friends from the States to keep in touch with me since the move to Europe." He paused thinking of anything else, but e-mail was pretty basic and very much a great part of communicating. "The muggle world uses e-mail for everything these days." Although, he figured she already knew that. He figured he didn't need to sign up for another one today.
“That’s a great thing for them to do because you’ll have a chance to keep those memories. Unless you choose to delete them.’’ Which was unlikely. “Oh yes, despite it being used less now, emails are still an effective way to communicate.’’
* * * * * * * “Alright, everyone! Now that we’ve had a few basic experiences with the Internet, it’s time for you to have a little fun.’’ And with that, she looked defiantly at Scrimgeour. Goodness knows that her kiddos needed it. They had been forced to do those ridiculous exercises each morning, pushups during Divination lessons and had their faces disfigured with boils in the word TROLL. She could hardly wait for the day when Fletcher and the Head Dictator would be sacked. “There are various websites that allows you to play games. Now, in most cases, you will have a free trial period, where you can play the game for free, but once that’s over, you’ll have to pay in order to download the full game. We have just over twenty minutes left for the lesson so what I would like for you to do is to Google ‘Free Online Games’. You’ll find a host of websites that will allow you to play board games, card games, racing games... whatever you like.’’ Her personal favourite? A game called Bejeweled that debuted ages and ages ago. “The games would give instructions or tutorials on how to play but if you need help still, you can ask me and I’ll try to help or you can make a search.
Have fun!’’ OOC:  This is the final part to the lesson and will run up until the 19th of September at 11:00 PM EST. I’ll be posting Kay every 24 hours (I would do so more but work...) so we’re around for more interactions! Wheee <3
PS: I'm sorry but no more catch up is allowed from the time of this post. |