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Cole wished that he could hold Naya's hand and whisper to her since Headmaster Trent was getting a bit scary. Why was he so blunt with them? Nobody had done anything that would warrant this kind of lecture on the first morning of classes right? Confused Cole raised his hand to answer, choosing his words carefully. "To me it means that you as headmaster are responsible for all of students, staff and other Hogwarts residents. It's your job to see to that all students from first to seventh year learn what we need to become responsible and knowledgeable young adults and that means sometimes using disciplinary actions like detentions or point loss to make us learn valuable life lessons." He was practically everyone's parent away from home, but Cole wasn't going to say and risk getting in trouble. |
Heath returned Claudine’s smile with a small, forced one of his own. He did not like the way the headmaster talked to some of his classmates, especially Claudine and the two first year girls (Ashley and Sophie)! For a fraction of a second, he wanted to call the man out, but that wouldn’t accomplish anything, other than earning him detention and/or points loss. If either one of those things happened to him, no matter what the reason, he knew he could expect a Howler from his grandmother screaming at him for dishonoring the family, so he kept quiet, not a hint of emotion showing on his face as he looked up at the start of the lesson. Blink, blink. First the message on the board, then the reprimands, and now that question… Wow, Headmaster Trent seemed really off today! Heath knew the man to be demanding and extremely unforgiving of mistakes, but this seemed a bit… much. Maybe the events of last term had damaged the headmaster more than he let on? That wouldn’t excuse his behavior, but Heath could sympathize to some extent. Heath considered the question carefully. Did Headmaster Trent want an honest answer or one that reaffirmed his authority? Because those were two different things! Unsure how to respond, he did the thing he always did when he didn’t know what to do: assess the situation, gauge others’ reactions, and tailor himself to be what they wanted to see. The more he thought and the more he heard from his classmates, the more he thought giving an honest answer was a bad idea! A part of him wanted to keep quiet, so as not to accidentally say the wrong thing, but what if his silence was seen as an act of defiance? Whatever answer he gave, Heath knew he would have to choose his words very carefully. Finally, his hand went up. “It means you have authority over us and the school as a whole, and we are expected to follow your directions at all times without question,” he said, his tone even and matter-of-fact without a hint of defiance or irony. Unlike some of the others, he wasn’t going to venture a guess as to the headmaster’s feelings or intentions for the students, mostly because there was no way he could truly know them. He wasn’t a legillimens! Although his answer wasn’t what he initially thought, it wasn’t technically a lie either. Despite that fact, he couldn’t help but worry that it somehow came across as a backhanded insult. |
Something seemed really off with the Headmaster this morning. Had the man not taken his own advice and gotten enough sleep? As he recalled from his first term the previous year, Headmaster Trent had always been a little rough around the edges but today he seemed downright grumpy. Lukas shifted slightly in his seat, sitting up straighter when the door to the classroom swung shut with a slam announcing the start of the lesson. Crinkles up his nose a little bit at the sound. Did all the professor have to do that? Was it so hard to not slam a door? The only purpose he could see in the action was to give everyone a headache, well that and to startle them. Speaking of being startled, that question caught the twelve year old off guard right away. What does it mean to be Headmaster? What kind of question was that? Were they meant to say exactly what was going through their heads because he was pretty sure not everyone's answer was what they had been thinking. Slowly he raised his hand into the air. "Being Headmaster means you're the boss. That everything concerning Hogwarts is in you're hands, including all of the staff, house elves and us. You're responsible for our educations and our well-being." There was a moment's pause before he continued. "It also means that when decisions need to be made it's up to you to choose what you feel is best and for all of us to follow suit even if we don't agree. And if something doesn't go as planned or someone breaks a rule it's up to you to handle that as well." Now that he really thought about it, it was almost like his parents back at home. What they said goes, no and's, ifs or buts about it. |
Carsyn had been here on time, of course, as she'd grown accustomed to the early morning defense classes on the first day of the term. The warning on the board was new but not entirely unexpected which begged the seventh year to wonder if half of his disinterest in incessant chatter stemmed from his son. No matter though because it seemed they were starting and he was asking them about his title? What being headmaster meant to them? Was no one going to dare broach the one word that popped into her head which she was pretty sure was understood by all considering the way Charlotte was so quick to change into her proper uniform at last night's feast? Raising her hand, the seventh year prefect spoke up. "Respect. Even if we don't necessarily agree with the rules and boundaries set, we need to respect them." |
SPOILER!!: Replies The Headmaster surveyed the room to see if there were any others who were yet to offer up a response. When he was satisfied he'd gone through the lot of them, it was time to begin the small activity but not before addressing the earlier question. "A fair few of you have proven that you do understand what it means for me being your Headmaster. There may be less ground to cover than I'd first thought. For the exceptionally cheeky among you, I'll make it clearer. It means you do what I say when I say it and without question. It also means I'm a busy man that shouldn't be troubled with silly or frivolous things. Too often, I get called in for things that have nothing to do with the head of the school." Was that any better? Did they understand now? "Up, all of you." He waited for them to leave their seats before banishing them to the sides of the classroom to open up the floor in much the same way the dueling arena had an open space. Were they paying attention, they would notice the room had also grown in size to accommodate the coming activity. "We're going to be doing a little exercise to get us ready for the day's topic." From his pocket, he pulled out a box filled with little sacks. "Come and take one. Each has five stones inside. Your job will be to protect your sack with everything you have in you while trying to take your partner's sack." A fair warning, they were welcome. Fairer still? "At the end oft he exercise, if you don't have any sacks, you will find yourself in detention. If you have your sack and someone else's, you gain the privilege of sending someone else to detention. Your own five keep your score at a steady neutral. Whatever means you see fit. Get it done." He moved back to the window he'd been at earlier, leaning against it so he could have a good view of the room. "Well? What are you waiting for? Grab a sack and a partner and get moving." OOC: This is the start of the mini activity, for which you'll have approx. 72 hrs. The basic idea is for your character to protect their sack whoever they see fit while trying however they see fit to take their partner's. Have fun! We'll be here keeping an eye in case something comes up or if there are questions! |
Ha ha a-ha ha, Claudine had to write a 1,500 word essay! HA HA! Bernie had had to do one of those once, about why she was NOT an idiot and DID deserve to carry a wand. Fun times were ahead for anyone who didn't answer in THIS class. HA HA! Uh, so anyway. Bernie tore her smirking face away from staring at Claudine to instead staring at the Headmaster, standing up when he told them to do so. Just in time, too, because her chair was gone now. Bummer. So when he was planning this lesson, did he anticipate having to give out a lot of detentions after this class, or was he just going to deal with that later? At least they had magic this year... this would have been a painful lesson if they'd had to resort to Muggle fighting to protect their stones. Bernie eagerly went to fetch her sack of five stones and then immediately headed for a corner of the room, partnerless, because she wasn't paying THAT close of attention to directions, and she didn't want anyone to steal her stones. In fact, she'd already hid them on herself so no one could even see that she had them. Her plan was, wand in hand, to just keep away from the others for now. It was a good plan and it had kept her out of trouble for the last six or so months, so she was sticking to it. |
Ashley took her sack of stones. She looked at the other girl, Sophie. 'Wanna be partners? We can pretend to try so that we're both safe,' She mouthed, just in case she wasn't supposed to talk. She headed over to a corner. She had selected the other girl as a potential partner. She appeared to be a first year so she wouldn't use magic, she had been talking to her before, and she didn't seem like she knew a lot of people to be partners with. Ashley actually took muggle self-defense, just in case Sophie decided she was actually going to try anything. She fully intended to try not to take the other girl's sack, because she didn't want her to get detention. That would be unfair. And she didn't want Sophie to give her detention. She carefully tucked her sack of rocks into her secret marker compartment in her sleeve. She decided that she disliked this class, but she wasn't going to tear up in school. Or get mad. She was going to be calm. SO calm. She winked at the other girl as she pretended to try and snatch her rocks, acting dismayed when she 'failed'. "Now we switch," she whispered. |
Just asking a question atm ”Oh.” The word incessant would likely find itself in 85% of Kinsay’s speech today. It was important to practice the new vocabulary words you learned so that you wouldn’t forget them. Kinsay James was an expert at learning new words. She was good at spelling them too, by the way. The other lesson she learned in the span of this last five minutes was that she had to answer every question unless she wanted to write essays (and she didn’t want to write essays). This didn’t seem fair, and it made Kiz a little uneasy. Before getting up from her seat, she leaned forward again to whisper into Phoebe’s ear. ”Is he always this mean?” Her teachers at Stark School were nice. She gave Phoebe a worried look as she stood up from her chair and listened to the instructions which only amplified her worries. …………… Um. Still, Kinsay made her way to the front to grab a sack from the box, but she also stopped beside the Headmaster, gently tugging on the bottom of his robes to grab his attention. ”Headmaster Trent?” She looked around the room, before cupping her hands around her mouth as if she were about to tell him a secret. ”What if we don’t know spells yet?” She didn't really want an answer to the question. She wanted him to come up with a solution to make the activity fair. Because as it was, it was very unfair. Everyone else had an advantage. They were bigger and stronger and knew spells and all Kinsay knew was boxing. She didn't want a detention. |
Aboli was distracted from waving at any incoming friends by Trent's unusually...somber, serious, and cold demeanor. He usually wasn't THIS rude or sharp with them. Her ears twitched. Poor Claudine....her brown eyes widened as the girl looked crushed. She would go have a chat with her after the lesson. Was he feeling all right? Had something terrible happened to him over the summer that had left him emotionally unstable? Upset? ANGRY? Not to mention his question about being headmaster. She held her tongue because anything that would have come out of her mouth at this point would have been sarcastic...and she was prefect now. She couldn't get sassy with professors, much less the headmaster. So she remained quiet and wiggled her fingers in her gloves. The activity sounded atrocious. Her brain was clicking away at the information, and she knew instantly she did not want to put someone else in detention. She didn't loathe anyone in this room that much. She also wouldn't want to leave someone with their sack...so...she was going to keep it neutral. She would protect hers and leave everyone else alone. He didn't want chatter, so she couldn't broadcast this plan to the entire class as a rebellion, but she sure wished she could. If they all REALLY thought about this, they could all come out neutral... Alas. Some people with competitive natures would want to try to harm others for their own personal gain. A bit flawed, though, because making an enemy is also not...good for personal gain... Hmm. She grabbed a sack, thinking about his directions...he said they had to try to take someone's sack...so she might get in trouble for just sitting. She grabbed Bernie's elbow with one of her gloved hands. "Bernie...follow my lead." She said gently, clutching her sack tightly. "Let's try and take each other's sacks without much effort," again, saying this from the corner of her mouth. "In fact...Let's both SIT on our sacks, yes?" |
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She poked Aboli in the side. "Why are you wearing gloves? And clutching your sack like that? You look like a bank robber who just busted up a town on the railroad." For real. Aboli was probably going to hop on a horse and take off for the next town over here in a minute. Also... she leaned in, her hands up in the air so Aboli could see she wasn't making any sudden movements or anything, and whispered, "I hid mine so no one can take it." She probably shouldn't have told her that, but she was supposed to trust AND listen to prefects, and Aboli had helped her talk to the Headmaster one time anyway, sooooo. |
Minjae felt a small sense of pride that he had managed to make the Headmaster feel a little bit better with his answer. However, once the man started to explain the rules of the activity he frowned. He had grabbed one of the sacks and immediately put it in his robe pocket. He would use a consealment charm or something of that sort later on when he had gotten a partner. Now, the way the activity was explained was very unorthodox. What did he mean with "with everything you got"? ALSO earning detention just because they weren't able to protect their bag?! That meant that at least half if not every first year was going to be getting one. Wasn't that unfair in a classroom setting? "I'm sorry Headmaster but i want to know your reason why you would send some of us to detention just because we aren't able to protect our bags. It just doesn't make sense to me right now" |
Why was Kale's dad being so mean today? Like more than usual? Not that Morgan normally thought of the Headmaster as mean, but he knew Kale sometimes did and he was starting to see what he meant. Gosh. Someone must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed today. Or maybe he woke up late and didn't have time for breakfast and now he was hangry. Morgan wasn't trying to lose any points like some of the others already had, so he didn't whisper anything to his bro, but he did give him a look and tried to convey a thought through mental telepathy - your dad is acting super weird today! Was it working? He kept staring at Kale, trying his hardest to transmit the message through thought, until he heard what the activity would be. ".....what?" he blurted out suddenly, unable to stop himself. Whoever lost their sacks would really get detention? That hardly seemed fair. Well, surely there was some loophole to this... He'd... just not lose his and, well, he didn't want to give anyone else detention because that just seemed cruel. "C'mon, you want to be partners?" he asked Kale, already distracted and bothered by this. He wasn't going to try to give his bro detention either. Like it was part of bro code, he was sure of it. |
uhhhh Good thinking was right. You're welcome, Stalactite Tent. So they were more or less jumping straight into things? Alright. No complaints here. Nem stood and watched as the desks flew off, already drawing their wand in preparation for whatever was coming. Beautiful; those instructions were brilliantly vague and open to interpretation, provided Trentula didn't suddenly decide to backpedal. Nem weaved through some of the students more apt to dawdle and grabbed a sack, then sidled away, quietly muttering a quick 'Adhaero' to stick it to their right hand, then pushing hand plus sack of stones into their pocket. Belt and braces. Next, a partner. There had been no instructions about mutually agreeing on it, just to 'grab' one. A quick scan of the room found Yoon talking to the Headsman, and appearing to be off his guard. Nem didn't know if he'd grabbed a sack yet, but raised their wand in their left hand pointed it towards the Hufflepuff on the off chance he 1. did have one hidden on him somewhere and 2. wouldn't notice it going missing until it was too late. "Accio sack of stones," they muttered, sure it would work even if it had been a more recent acquisition to their arsenal of spells. Surprise partnership. |
Claudine was even more annoyed now and it showed when she balled her hands into fists. She wasn’t sure if anyone saw them for she hid them quickly under her desk. Not that she cared. What was Trent’s problem? Since when was it a crime to not produce an answer during a lesson? Merlin, were all the Professors going to be like this? No… they wouldn’t be. At least not Eris, Fuller-Thompson or Williamson.... right? And right there and then, she found herself missing Rainwater. The fourth year felt beyond frustrated and as it was, when she was frustrated, she would cry. Already the tears were burning her eyes and in an attempt to stop the waterworks, she had tightened her fists so that her nails dug into the soft flesh of her palms. Ugh. Claudine rarely loathed anyone but she loathed Trent with every ounce of her energy. Her eyes were kept lowered as the others gave their answers and some got assigned essays like her. She’d been right when it had occurred that a lot of students would suck up; the first being Grantham. The Snakette was not surprised. She could also bet that a lot of the students didn’t mean their words but only were saying them to be in Trent’s good books. Eyes still down, she followed the others and got to her feet. The sudden movement of the furniture made her glance around unwillingly. And even more unwillingly, the young girl stared at Trent. What kind of activity was thing where people got sent to detention for loosing a stupid sack of stones? Claudine didn’t care if she wound up in detention, anyway, so she didn’t particularly care for the activity. Still, the girl went to collect one of the stupid sacks, and on her way back to join the the gathering of students, her eyes sought Heath. He was the only one she wanted to work with right now, given her mood and given the fact that she knew he was the only one who knew how she felt. “Partner?’’ she asked quietly, holding onto her sack tightly in a throbbing right hand. |
Oh hi Nem~ As Minjae waited for the Headmaster to respond to his question, he had already decided to not participate if he answered it with anything along the lines of 'because i said so' or 'my word, my law'. He honestly did not care about detentions but earning one because of a game was extremely unfair to him. Now, to say that he wasn't paying attention to keeping his bag of stones safe was not true. But he definitely had not expected for someone to steal it without partnering first. He felt the fabric of the bag slip through his fingers inside of his pocket and he successfully grabbed it in the air before it could fly in the direction of the one who had casted the summoning charm. He spun on his heels, turning away from the Headmaster and looked in the direction of where the bag would have flown to and his eyes landed on Nemesis. But instead of looking annoyed, there was a spark in the Hufflepuffs eyes. He was competitive. Highly competitive in fact. He didn't even let his 9 year old brother win at video games. Also, they did know he had received an Outstanding in his O. W. L right? He was not that easy of an target. With a flick of his wrist, Minjae took out his wand and quickly pointed it at his bag before casting an anti-theft charm on it before putting it back inside of his pocket. He knew that Nem was a smart kid and he would bet all of his trustfund money Which meant he had to steal Nem's bag physically. The Headmaster' had said 'with everything you've got' ' after all. And that was exactly the reason why he strode over with decisive steps and his wand at the ready just in case. The Headmaster? Completely forgotten. |
Coby couldn't help the proud little smile, though he smothered it fairly quickly. Since he was sitting in the very first row of the classroom he doubted anyone had seen. Brilliant. The Headmaster had called him brilliant. This was going to be a wonderful term if this was how it started. Pretending to only be mildly interested in other people's answers, Coby was actually actively listening to hear if someone received a better compliment than him. Answer after answer and he was the only one who'd gotten such great feedback until- of course. His shoulders drooped slightly. Nem got a 'good thinking'. Coby turned in his seat to spot his friend, meaning to give them a smile of encouragement, when he spotted Phoebe James and promptly turned a deep shade of red. Swiveling back to face the front of the classroom, Coby swallowed and tried to pretend she wasn't there at all. He'd heard her, of course, he knew she was there, but it was different seeing her all... present, and stuff. Nope. He was focused on DADA now, there's no time to think of anything else. Except that the headmaster was being weird, and DADA quickly turned from a normal if uncomfortable experience into a nightmare. Detention??? What FOR??? How would he explain to his mother that this was part of a lesson and not him misbehaving?! If Coby wasn't extremely wary of the headmaster's current mood, he might have asked for an explanation. Luckily for him, someone else had seen fit to do so and Coby darted forward and grabbed his sack. Considering the instructions, Coby took out two of the five stones, slid one into his shoe and put the other in the front pocket of his bag. He tried to be sneaky about it, but he doubted anyone was watching him. People who weren't his friends rarely did. The sack itself, now with only three stones, he shoved into his shirt pocket under his jumper. Double layer. A little more protection. The thought gave the fourteen year old an idea, and he cast a sticking charm at his chest, gluing his jumper over his shirt and effectively sealing off his sack. There. He did the same, surreptitiously, for the pocket of his bag. Now he needed a partner. Afraid of being given an essay if he just stood back, Coby halfheartedly looked around the room for someone who didn't look too threatening. And avoided looking at Phoebe at all costs. "Anyone need a partner?" he asked quietly. |
yo, Coby Uuuuuuuuuuuh. Okay then. Brain in his back pocket? Sometimes Josh wondered if he had one in his noggin, so that WAS a very good question. Anyway. Right. This was fine. Chalking the headmaster's shortness with his sharp he had been at the feast, which reminded him that he needed to hit up Kale for some musical talk later, Josh simply bowed his head again and settled into his seat. The whole don't speak unless spoken to standard was not something he was too unfamiliar with and had experienced his fair share of quidditch coaches and personal trainers who had had the same standards of discipline. For a boy whose mouth often got away with him, he could keep it shut when authority demanded it. As to the question being asked, well, WELL. His response had been very simple, 'you're the authority' when it had been his turn to speak. Was really all he had to offer since anything else he added and rambled on about really just boiled down to that sentiment. But also, Kale. Yikes bro. Just yikes. Josh was bracing for impact already...though it turned out to not be as bad as he had envisioned. What Josh got from the whole...out of left field opening question was that the headmaster was tired. Probably one too many calls about lost quills or something? Anyway, basically don't bother the man with anything unless you were on death's door? Probably. Standing as commanded, Josh went to retrieve his sack and was trying his darndest to pay attention but his mind was getting jumbled with basic numbers already. One sack. Five stones. Get the other sack but then it sounded like there was something about your own five to keep. But he only had one sack? He grasped that he was supposed to keep HIS sake so that much was the goal - the best offense was a good defense and all that. Even if pops didn't always agree with the sentiment. So what to do with his sack? Uh, well, he had a thought and, well, it was probably not the smartest of thoughts...but Josh rarely thought all his actions through anyway unless they were interpersonal. So, upon finding himself a little space to hide out and with his back turned to the rest of the class...he gave his wand a bit of a wave and disillusioned his sack of stones. There. Defense. Woot. What could possibly go wrong? Now he needed to sort out this partner business....and someone not a first year or really under fourth year because he just...couldn't do that sort of thing. On the pitch was a little different but, you know, this was just different. SPEAKING OF nonthreatening... "I'll partner with you," he offered the Ravenclaw as he stepped away from the area with a hand in his robe's pocket while his wand hand twirled his wand around his fingers idly. |
yo Josh, record time That was quick. His shoulders sagged a little as he looked at his partner. He was.. a sixth? seventh year? Coby didn't know him too well, but he was already nervous because he was definitely above fifth year and therefore ahead of his OWLs. He longed to touched the stuck sack in his shirt, but that would be giving it away. He didn't have a clue how to even begin to go about taking an upperclassman's sack. Speaking of upperclassman, he should speak to him. "Hi, thanks," he hated the way his voice wobbled, betraying his nerves. "This activity... it's weird," Coby tried to make small talk? Or idle chatter. Both terms used by his mother to describe conversation that had no point. He was trying to buy himself some time to think. |
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Um. OKAYOKAY. Think straight...think STRAIGHT. DON'T let your selfish side win out, Aboli. Bank robber? Aboli brushed off her question about the gloves. "Don't worry about it. Anyway - good. You hid it. Don't tell me where." She said quickly before grabbing her wand. "Do you know how to cast a shield charm?" she asked the younger girl gently. |
Was the headmaster always this serious, Mamie wondered. It seemed being in charge of a big school like Hogwarts would be stressful, so he probably had plenty of reasons to be a little grumpy when bothered unnecessarily. She decided she best just do as they were told, so she walked up to grab a bag of stones and then looked around to see if anyone else was still unpartnered. "Does anybody want to be my partner?" she asked aloud. Hopefully whomever she partnered with would take it easy on her...after all, it was only the first class of the term. She hadn't even learned one spell yet! |
What in the world was going on with the Headmaster. Before he seemed to be in a bad mood, but now.......giving out essay assignments for not answering a question? Naya was honestly worried about the man. This was very unlike him. She stood up as she was told and couldn’t believe the next activity. Save your stones or get a detention? Naya didn’t want to send anyone to detention, but she wanted to go there even less. This was all too much. Walking up to get her bag of stones, the Gryffindor tried to figure out how she was going to play this. Doing the activity as instructed just didn’t sit right with her. Was this a test? Was the Headmaster trying to see if they would follow his directions without question? Maybe he wouldn’t really send anyone to detention for failing the task. Maybe, but could she take that chance? Pondering the situation, Naya looked around for a partner. What should she do? |
SPOILER!!: Daddie & MF Wilful defiance? Kale locked his jaw. His old man thought that this response was wilful defiance? Weeeeeeeeeeeeell, he was in for a rude awakening. This, dear father, was a call for help. Not defiance. But certainly, if he wanted defiance, his teenage son was more than happy to supply it. Before he could think of another smart, recklessly impulse thing to say, MF caught his attention. And all of Gryffindor house and their points were glad for his intervention. Applause, young McCarthy. Standing ovation. Kale worked his tightened jaw and nodded. “Yeah, lets do it.” He went to collect their sacks and very much did not look at the Headmaster. Big ol’ jerk that was nasty to his students and his OWN CHILDREN did not deserve his attention. The fourteen year old was ice cold. He tossed MF his sack when he returned and asked, “So whattya think? We have any ground rules?” With two teenage lions, boundaries were often important. |
Kizzy That Headman was being a Headcase, and Phoebe could see Kale physically reacting to every word the man said. She wanted to go and give her friend a big hug, but he'd already partnered up for the activity. Plus he probably didn't want her to fuss over him in public. Especially not her. She remembered what this was like as a first year, not knowing how to do things and being thrust into activities willy-nilly. Poor Kizzy and her quiet little question... that was exactly how she'd felt. She wasn't about to let her baby sister feel useless in the same way that Phoebe herself often felt useless. "I'll be your partner, tiny bean. Get your bag and we can do it physically. Practice the techniques we learned at the Stark House." |
Valencia grabbed a bag of stones, but was very unsettled by the sternness of the lesson. She had no desire to send anyone to detention. She also had no desire to blindly follow someone. That had bad results all throughout history and she was a strong independent freethinking woman. She'd follow the rules, yes. But the without question really bothered her. Was nobody else bothered? Quote:
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Ok, WHAT was this dude's DEAL? Adam was quite certain that handing out detentions as punishment for not being successful at an activity was NOT a good teaching strategy. Not like he was a teacher or anything. But still, it just seemed...unnecessarily MEAN. Quote:
"Hi! Can we partner up?" he asked, giving her a chance to say no if she really didn't want a little first year partner, but hopefully she said yes. |
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