I don't like being the first one who posts his entry, but anyway here I go:
Student teaching experience gives great insight into what the classroom experience will be like. Sadly though Goumas had no teaching experience whatsoever, he didn't even have a teaching certificate. So he wasn't very certain that the job suited him, however he was certain that he had to give it his best shot, the ex-alchemist didn't want to disappoint Strop (he couldn't forget that he owed his job to the Moderator).
Even so he knew (thanks to a Website) that teachers plan their lessons before they teach and that they use games, videos, computers, and other tools to teach children different subjects. He didn't like very much the latter, so he focused on the first. His planning wasn't always great, nonetheless he was quite fond of his job.
After a while he gained confidence, his student's seemed to learn and there were no complains at all against him. Sometimes teaching lots of students can be stressful and teachers have to deal also with children who misbehave, but not in the Armor Academy, there the students were mostly agreeable.
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It was the Day of the Finals, Goumas wanted to go to the amphitheater, but he couldn't. Seeing as Dank had left he had a great opportunity to prove himself. Responsibility is one of the most important qualities a person/employer can have.
He wore his best black business suit, a red necktie (with several pac-man-like figures), his gold watch and lastly he even wore a grey Homburg style hat. Proud of his clothes Goumas went to the Armor Academy.
When he arrived to his classroom the teacher noticed quite some nasty looking teens. They didn't look at all like his students, but perhaps their unpleasant appearance was due to some flu or something. Its common knowledge that schools are full of viruses.
Goumas was worried, so he asked:
-Children, how are you? Are you feeling well?
-ITS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS "PROF.", the teens at the same time answered yelling.
That flu was definitely serious Goumas thought, so he shouldn't really argue with them. He had to respect their condition.
-Kids..., he started started saying, but he was interrupted. One of the students had screamed at the top of his lungs "WE AREN'T KIDS IDIOT!"
- OK, I apologize if I offended you. So ... gentlemen (there were no ladies) today we are going to ...
- We aren't gentlemen either, said the same kid as before, we are Rude-men!
That joke was rather blunt, so Goumas decided not to answer to him.
-Anyway, our lesson today is about Organic Chemistry. Organic chemistry is the study of the structure, properties, composition, reactions , and preparation of carbon-based compounds. So as you understand Carbon is as important in Organic Chemistry as a coach in a Soccer team.
-BOOOOOOOOO!
The public stopped booing and hissing after at least five minutes. They truly didn't like the metaphor.
-Ahem, pardon me ... Do you happen to know what's the name of the molecular formula C4H8? Hint:Its a quite famous alkene, is present in crude oil ...
- STFU! Do you ever stop talking!, said somebody, probably the leader of the pack.
- Please calm down!, said Goumas
- Let's trash the school!, continued the person who has spoken before
- YEAH! LET'S TRASH THE SCHOOL!, the public said unanimously
They ignored Goumas's desperate cries not to trash the school and they started breaking, biting, kicking and punching everything that they could see or smell.
The mob soon found out that destroying inanimate objects wasn't very fulfilling and entertaining, when there is real people to assault. So they started marching towards their "tutor".
- People, I warn you that if you don't stop I will have to expel you!
They didn't stop.
- Don't take an other step forward! This is my last warning!
Still they didn't stop.
Goumas decided that it was time to change tactics, he grabbed a pen and screamed with a squeaky voice:
- Everybody get down on the ground or I will shoot you!, and he waived the pen.
- Liar! That's no gun!, said their boss
- You are wrong, this is a laser gun! One click and I will burn you all!
- Don't underestimate our intelligence, its not wise.
It was time to change tactics again. Goumas threw in the air his wallet, his golden watch, his cellphone, his hat, his tie, his bag, several books and chalkboard chalk. The rain of objects distracted the rabble. Goumas started running as quickly as he could. He ran so hastily that he managed to leave the building.
Later, when he looked back he didn't see anyone. He had escaped.
