Adventures in Literature, Wednesday, Period Three [Class One]
Drake wanted to make a dramatic entrance for his first official class. He was also running late, so shimmering was perfectly acceptable. One minute there was no one standing in the front of the classroom; the next Drake appeared, wearing the black robes of a professor over a suit and tie. Rubbing his hands together, he said, "Fresh young minds to corrupt. I mean teach. Did I say that out loud? Never mind. Anyway, I am Professor Dèmon, and this is Adventures in Literature. Now, I want each of you to introduce yourselves and tell me why you're taking this class."
He waited as each student made their introduction, nodding thoughtfully. When the last had finished, rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers, vanishing the black robes and revealing that the "suit" was nothing but a false shirt front. He yanked the dickey off and tossed it aside, now wearing just jeans and a t-shirt. "Now that we have that boring part over," he said, moving in front of his desk and hopping up to sit on the edge, "I want you to tell me what your favorite work of literature is. What story ignites your passion? What tale makes your blood start pumping? Why do you love it?" He leaned forward, very interested in what each student had to say.
Class was almost over by the time the last student finished. "Next week we'll start to dive into some classic works," Drake said. "We'll start with the legend of Robin Hood. I have it on good authority that the vice principal is actually the Sheriff of Nottingham, so we may have to do something about that. Oh, and you don't have to call me Professor Dèmon. Way too stuffy. You can call me Drake, or if you're slightly more daring, O Captain my Captain." He grinned. "Saw that in a movie once. I always wanted to say that."
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He waited as each student made their introduction, nodding thoughtfully. When the last had finished, rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers, vanishing the black robes and revealing that the "suit" was nothing but a false shirt front. He yanked the dickey off and tossed it aside, now wearing just jeans and a t-shirt. "Now that we have that boring part over," he said, moving in front of his desk and hopping up to sit on the edge, "I want you to tell me what your favorite work of literature is. What story ignites your passion? What tale makes your blood start pumping? Why do you love it?" He leaned forward, very interested in what each student had to say.
Class was almost over by the time the last student finished. "Next week we'll start to dive into some classic works," Drake said. "We'll start with the legend of Robin Hood. I have it on good authority that the vice principal is actually the Sheriff of Nottingham, so we may have to do something about that. Oh, and you don't have to call me Professor Dèmon. Way too stuffy. You can call me Drake, or if you're slightly more daring, O Captain my Captain." He grinned. "Saw that in a movie once. I always wanted to say that."
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