First Lesson, oh gods the chaos that could happen
Who: Genma & All KG Students (and staff if they want to poke fun at the newbie teacher. He has yet to put faces to names thus kids can sneak in)
When: Monday, May 5th. Mid-morning.
What: Genma's first class in teaching.
Where: The Food & Nutrition classroom.
Warnings: Everything? (Who knows what might happen!)
AIM or LJ? LJ
Open? Yep.
Finishing setting up the kitchen areas for his first class, Genma moved back to his desk and instead of sitting behind it in the chair, he perched on top with his legs folded under him tailor-style. Reaching behind him, he snagged the battered paperback book resting on the wood and flipped it open. Locating where he had left off the night before, he begun to read to pass the time until his students wandered in.
He didn't look anything like a teacher in his worn jeans, hiking boots and backwards bandanna with large toothpick hanging from his mouth. His only concession to a 'proper' teacher appearance was the semi-nice button up shirt he wore. Still deeply tanned, Genma looked as if he would have been more at home outside.
Hearing footsteps over the English music coming from the cd player, the man glanced up briefly from his book then went right back to reading. Making no move to acknowledge them just yet. He was at a good part in his book and wanted to get the chapter done before getting down to business. Smirking to himself, the look hidden by the book, he wondered how they would feel about making cupcakes from scratch as their first introduction into what he considered cooking and baking.
When: Monday, May 5th. Mid-morning.
What: Genma's first class in teaching.
Where: The Food & Nutrition classroom.
Warnings: Everything? (Who knows what might happen!)
AIM or LJ? LJ
Open? Yep.
Finishing setting up the kitchen areas for his first class, Genma moved back to his desk and instead of sitting behind it in the chair, he perched on top with his legs folded under him tailor-style. Reaching behind him, he snagged the battered paperback book resting on the wood and flipped it open. Locating where he had left off the night before, he begun to read to pass the time until his students wandered in.
He didn't look anything like a teacher in his worn jeans, hiking boots and backwards bandanna with large toothpick hanging from his mouth. His only concession to a 'proper' teacher appearance was the semi-nice button up shirt he wore. Still deeply tanned, Genma looked as if he would have been more at home outside.
Hearing footsteps over the English music coming from the cd player, the man glanced up briefly from his book then went right back to reading. Making no move to acknowledge them just yet. He was at a good part in his book and wanted to get the chapter done before getting down to business. Smirking to himself, the look hidden by the book, he wondered how they would feel about making cupcakes from scratch as their first introduction into what he considered cooking and baking.