Thread: A Lesson That Wasn't Planned (Javorcek x ClearSight)

Alex did indeed care way too much. But she couldnt help it! She threw herself headfirst into everything and could find something to be passionate about or at least enjoy in anything, even the mundane. Unfortunately caring too much probably definitely was the cause of her break up. She had ignored BitchFace entirely, had become consumed by her paintings, her school work, and her student teaching. Even though her logical mind could realize that the break up was due to her being an inattentive girlfriend, it still didnt make the whole situation suck any less. Why didnt she just tell- me? Miss Jay. Alex corrected automatically, even though Tessa was already gone and there wasnt the amount of fight in her voice as there usually was. The brains of her seniors could not comprehend that sometimes, in some languages, js made a y sound. And sometimes cs did these weird things where they wore little triangle hats and suddenly made a ch sound. So rather than have her ears be made to bleed from the sound of her name being butchered over and over again, she settled for being called Miss Jay. It was one of the few concessions she made. The students had already gathered that Miss Javorcek was a hardass when it game to grading and attendance. But she had to come down hard on her students. She was just so young, only 4 years older than her seniors, so close in age that they could think of her as a peer. The young teacher did everything in her power to set herself apart from her students. She dressed more formal ironed button downs and nice trousers every day. She wore long sleeves to hide the tattoos adorning her shoulders and biceps she couldnt wait to get tenured so that she could finally finish the sleeve of ink on her right arm! And she cut the slang and cursing out of her usual vocabulary. They are students or children, not kids. And never say gonna! Shed done a pretty good job distancing herself from the whole college kid persona most of her students saw her as a teacher. But then there was TessaTessa who was constantly testing her.She had improved quite nicely though, at first, Alex wasnt sure Tessa was capable of drawing a straight line, let alone an entire composition full of them. She hadnt really understood why Tessa was so interested in skipping her class or why the girl seemed so disinterested during Alexs lectures. Her eyes were bright and clear, not like John, who smoked entirely too much weed in her opinion. Tessas grades were good, though, she couldnt understand how the girl had managed to get an A last quarter in Studio Art. Her work just skated by. Damn grade inflation Perhaps it had been the shellshock of getting a C that had made Tessa and several other smart, but unmotivated students wake the hell up and put some effort into their drawings. Even though this was art class, Alexs students earned- their grades, she was not an easy A kind of teacher. Today we will be doing field sketches. Alex spoke loud enough so that the rest of her students could hear. Ah and there it was, the usual flirtatious comment from her boldest student. Alex. No more comments like that today Ms. Reigns. Im not in the mood. But if you want to test me, say one more out of line comment and youll be spending time in Miss Jays Slave Labor Camp Alex hadnt thought up the name, it was what some of the other teachers called her after school detention program, and now the name had stuck. Students didnt sit there and stare at the walls or do their homework in her detention, oh no. Alex put them to work cleaning paint palettes, recycling clay, or scrubbing down any part of the studio space that was dirty. Alright, everyone ready? Lets go! Constantly shifting her mood, maybe that was what made a good teacher. Even though she was destroyed about her failed relationship and now irritated by Tessas comment, she was still managing to hold herself together and put on a good show like nothing had happened. Though, her students did seem to be a little wary after overhearing that Alex was not in the mood. This was why she preferred to teach high school students they understood to a certain degree that teachers had bad days, and didnt fuck with them for fear of whatever pent up wrath was hiding inside. And now word would travel about that Miss Jay was on the warpath, and she could look forward to a day full of peace and quiet spend outside teaching students how to prepare field sketches that would integrate what they knew about biology, their powers of written observations, and their ability to accurately depict what they saw in nature.