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Thread: The Perfect Teacher (Andy & Tyr)

Jake Emerson watched as the young thing with her books slipped into the classroom. Even in this day and age of female empowerment, it still was uncommon for a girl to take the automotive class. And the ones that did were usually there for a particular guy or guys in general, or thought the class would be easy figuring it was filled with knuckle dragging guys. Yet, this girl was clearly the opposite she carried herself like one of the smart kids, the kind that were bound for college, so it was odd. Hed just have to see why she was here, but that was for later consideration. He looked over the proffered paperwork, nodding as she voiced her consternation at his sex. No Im not a girl, far from it in fact. Taking the paper from her he glanced over it and saw the mistake, which was of course was irrelevant to him, but must have had some meaning to her. With her being so close, he noted her choice of clothing left much to be desired as shed done nothing to enhance her looks or to improve her image. It was hard to tell, but on first inspection she appeared to be quite attractive, even if shed given no effort to assist her natural looks. One of the things he so enjoyed about teaching high school was the young girls and their nubile bodies, especially when the flaunted or showed them off. Most of them preening and dressing for the attention of the boys and in some cases men they were attracted to or around. Jake taught several classes and the only disadvantage to this one, it didnt have as many of the young attractive girls. He casually watched as she scuttled away to find a seat before he continued with the lecture. The class was half physical application half book education. Usually hed go over something, and then theyd go to the shop and work on the practical side. Today it was carburetor cleaning, and as Callie had only heard the last part, she was going to be at a disadvantage. Soon the class was heading out to the work area, where various carburetors were lined up on a series of long work benches, each student having a spot to work.
Thread: The Perfect Teacher (Andy & Tyr)

She listened to every word he had to say, devouring it and taking notes, like she always did. The boys noticed and thought it was funny and strange. She never noticed them. Once Ms..Mr. Emerson began to speak, they were not even in the room. Focused and dedicated, she thrived on knowledge. Knowledge is constant, ever growing, and how we evolve. People? Not so much. Callie had found that people, most often, tended to be a source for pain, teasing, and abandonment. She had not been given much reason in her life to expect anything more from them than exactly what she thought. As the class began to move, panic began to take over. She followed the guys with reservations, as she wasnt sure what to expect. Her eyes widen in horror at the sight of all those carburetors. She swallowed hard before turning and raising her hand. Ms..Mr. Emerson. I.I dont know.I mean. She cleared her throat. A carburetor is a device that blends air and fuel for an internal combustion engine. It is sometimes colloquially shortened to carb or carby in Australia. The carburetor works on Bernoullis principle. The faster air moves, the lower it static pressure, and the higher its dynamic pressure. The throttle linage does not directly control the flow of liquid fuel. Instead, it actuates carburetor mechanisms which meter the flow of air being pulled into the engine. The speed of this flow, and therefore its pressure, determines the amount of fuel drawn into the airstream. Now I can also tell you about its history if you like. Facts she was able to rattle off quite easily, but looking at this thing on the work bench before her terrified her. It looked like alien technology. As far as she was concerned, it could have been. Facts are one thing. Practical application yet another, and one she wasnt well vexed with. Having no idea how to even begin to work with one of these, she hoped to dazzle him with her knowledge. It worked on most people. If nothing more, it made them want to send her away, dismiss her, anything but listen really. Why should he be any different? In her mind, she was repeating one thing over and over again. Please don't ask me to do this.
Thread: The Perfect Teacher (Andy & Tyr)

None of the work areas were assigned, so each student just had to find an open space, though a few preferred to work in the same spots over and over again. The boys goofing off and jesting as they headed to their spots. As the classroom began to clear, the new student got his attention and began to spew a litany of more technical information about the carburetor, and she was preparing to go even further and give a history of it. Now Jake knew his students well, and realized theyd be bored shitless at such a dissertation. I dont think we need to know the history of the carburetor, we just need to know how to clean it. That's today's lesson Jake could already imagine her raising her hand and inserting a myriad of trivial and inconsequential information. It wasnt that it was relevant, but most of his students werent bound for college, and they only cared about how to make it work, not all the why and wherefores of its genesis or physics. Still Jake noted the look she gave the dirty thing that sat on the bench before her. Where others were already picking theirs up and disassembling, she just stared at it, like it was going to eat her hand. Jake didnt roll his eyes, but had a small inner smile because of her reaction. None of the guys needed help or were even asking questions, but then again even if the boys didnt know what they were doing, theyd hardly ever ask him, it was a guy thing. Theyd just ask a bud, when he wasnt looking. So he moved over to the newest student, and came right up behind her, and leaned over her shoulder. Do you need assistance? The tone was neutral and nonthreatening, but clearly indicative of him noticing her predicament and indecisiveness. While Jake stood there hovering over her, he started to think about this year, and his loss of his current special student. He tried most years to select one, very special student to educate and mold, usually he selected a loner, someone who didnt exactly fit in, someone who had the right mix of personality, looks and brains.
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Do you need assistance? That was the understatement of the year. Of course she did. She had no idea where to even start or even pick this thing up from. Not to mention it was dirty. She shook her head slowly much to the giggling snickers from the idiots on the work bench. It should have come as no surprise to her at all how they were reacting. Just like in her cooking class when she didnt know how to turn an oven on, she was faced with this same reaction from the girls. She looked over to them her frustration and sadness clearly evident on her face. Their teasing took a new turn. Awwww. Poor little rich girl. Doesnt know how to clean a big old mean carbeaurtor? Do you need somebody to help you with it? Shit! Mr. E she dont know nothing about this. Hell send her to study hall or something! The group erupted in laughter only to be followed by more teasing. Hell she cant even dress herself worth a damn! Do you need somebody to come help you pick out clothes too rich girl? More laughter, and now her face burned red from embarrassment. She turned wanting to ask if she could be excused, transferred, anything but this. She was met with his chest though, and slowly her eyes rose to meet his. It took her a moment to find her voice and even a moment still to find the words. I.I was wondering.could I..that is if you dont mind..Could you, she looked back at the guys still laughing at her expense. Sighing she looked up at him once more. Could you..help me? If not, could you..send me to another class. Study hall? Maybe? Study hall. Thats it. Send me to study hall, she thought. Part of her was hoping against hope he would just send her away to study hall, but she had to at least ask for help. That way if he said no, then she would have a good excuse for asking for the transfer. She wasnt about to stay in a class where the teacher refused to help the student. That would be simply barbaric she thought. No one would expect me to stay here if that were the case. Part of her stood there willing him to say no he could not help her while the rest of her simply waited for his reply.
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The young girl stood there tentative and nervous, looking at the dirty carburetor as if touched some sort of communicable disease would be acquired. The boys in the class giving her a rather hard time, which spoke to her social status, as she clearly wasnt a member of the in crowd. Now if she was on the outskirt of some social clichs, or truly a social outcast in school he didnt know, at least not yet. The boys continued with their jesting till he gave them a stare, and verbally interrupted them. Why dont you boys stop your chattering and get the assignment done. The boys knew better than to cause trouble with Mr. Emerson, so they quickly shuffled off to their work areas. While the boys retreated, Jake continued to stand right behind the new student. She took up this moment to question his teaching skills or more accurately his willingness to teach. Putting up the rather bold argument that if he wouldnt help her she should be allowed to transfer. He responded rather calmly, but sternly. Are you insinuating young lady that I wouldnt be willing to help you, that I would simply ignore your education needs while in my class? Jakes strong deep masculine voice conveyed that her request was not only unappreciated, but quite unacceptable. The other students were far enough away that they couldnt hear his confrontation of her comment. Over the years Jake had become very astute at manipulating the young girls he desired to pay special attention to. He watched and judge how they reacted, to his comments or actions, trying to get a feel for their personality and general nature. And you feel, never having giving me a chance that your best educational chances are in study hall, and not here in the class you signed up for? A little guilt never hurt, and just the right application went a long way.
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N-No. I would.never do that. Y-You would never.do such a thing. Im sure of it. In fact, help me, she called out spinning around to the table and grabbing the greasy mess. She turned once more, just as quickly pushing it towards him, nearly dropping it. The grease smears his shirt, and her mouth hung open. I-Im sorry. I-I didnt mean to..get you..dirty. Here. Let me clean that. She turned grabbing a cloth from the table and started to rub his chest. No matter how hard she pressed, the spot only seemed to spread, and the frustration began to show on her face. It wasnt coming out. In fact, it was getting worse. Only then did the thought creep into her mind she was rubbing his chest. Callie froze, and her eyes slowly lifted to meet his once more. She went numb in a matter of seconds. She had never even touched a man before, and here she was, before the class, rubbing the teachers chest. Her hand that still held the greasy trap that had caused all of this in the first place relaxed far too much, and the part fell to the floor. The entire room echoed as the students nearly leapt from their skin all giving her an awful, glaring expression. I-Im so sorry! Ill pick it up. Ill fix it. I promise. Callie bent over picking up the huge blunder she had made only to find the part broken. She tried to fit it back, but it was clear it was completely finished. Once more her eyes slowly lifted to him. She swallowed hard not having any idea what was done in this situation. What would he do? Was she in trouble? Did this sort of thing happen all the time? She took one step back away from him into the work table behind her. It was the only thing that stopped her actually. Im sorry. I can pay for a new one. Yeah. Flaunt that money rich girl. I have a job after school. I can pay with my own money. I work at a..a place..down by the beach. I can pay for it myself. My money, she forced a smile. I want to stay. Please. I dont want to go to study hall. I want to learn all you can teach me. Will you help me?
Thread: The Perfect Teacher (Andy & Tyr)

The new student was immediately apologetic, and make clear she was receptive to help. Before he could even help though, she grabbed the carburetor and basically tossed it at him though it was clear she lost her grip. The front of his shirt got smeared with grease as the carburetor fell to the floor. So like some Pink Panther film, the young woman proceeded to compound her initial mistake by smearing the grease even more about his shirt. Jake didnt initially do anything, but stood there passively staring as she made matters worse. The girl was a bit of a klutz and only when he grabbed her wrist did she stop her near maniacal scrubbing. Jake held her wrist long enough to get her to stop her less than productive efforts. The girl didnt really notice him holding her wrist, as she continued her blithering about replacing the shirt, which was interrupted by another students rude comment. Before Jake could interject, the girl burst out about her working and earning her money, and half way through that asked him for help. Jake glared at the boy that had made the comment, who then thought better of it, and turned back to his own work. Jake hadnt let go of the girls wrist, but turned his full attention on her, his eyes boring through her. That will be enough. The comment meant for both of them, to not only stop them, as he took control of the situation. The girl backed up a bit, now trying to get separation, but his hold on her wrist remained, and the bench behind her limited her mobility and options. Now pick it up, and put it back on the bench. Jake didnt withdraw, but simply let go of her wrist. None of these are for actual cars, we get them at the junkyard so it they get dented, dinged or broken, no harm. Today we are learning about cleaning them, so their actual future use is irrelevant. He said it to allay her fears, about the broken unit on the floor. Now turn around and face the bench. Remove those pieces there and there. Place them in that tray there. There is a bottle of cleaning solvent so you can give them a bath. Any questions so far? Jake never said please, nor asked forgiveness for restraining her, he simply issued orders in a clear commanding and concise manner.
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Callie nodded slowly as he spoke. Not once did her eyes leave his. Even his firm grip on her wrist was unnoticed. She was drawn into something about him. Something she couldnt put her finger on, but it was there. It was clearly there. He had held her attention with a look and his words. Though it was there slightly, there really was no need for any physical restraint. She would have stayed. Y-Yes Sir, She stammered out in her usual way before she bent down to pick up the part. She hesitated though before grabbing it. The grease, grime, and outright filth on it most certainly deterring her from following his orders. Still, she slowly reached for it and quickly spun around to nearly throw it at the table. It clanked and nearly skidded on the surface startling the rest quietly working. Sorry, she whispered out so softly it could have gone unheard for all she knew as she turned to face him. She thought he was frustrated. At lease most people tended to be that way with her. He put her fears at ease as he told her about the parts. Not that it truly mattered. She could have easily bought brand new ones for the entire school year for every one of his classes. The poor, little, rich girl comments held a lot of truth, and obliviously the students all knew it. Most people at that school, in fact, knew about her father who had gone on to make a fortune in the computer world, and she the genius daughter that would follow his footsteps. If only they all knew the ugly truth behind the loving family photos that graces the pages of the magazines he often cluttered up with him mindless ramblings during an interview. Y-Yes Sir, once more she replied her voice still ever so shaky. Turning, she made tight fists before allowing her hands to open and her fingers to slowly reach for the part. The grease squished as she touched it and began to remove the parts for cleaning. Her face looking as though she had eaten something sour. Yet, she worked diligently throughout the class cleaning the vile hunk of metal. Her hands always trembling, but her work spot on. She looked around the room searching for him as she wanted an opinion on her work. The sight of him an intimidating one to her, but she still rose her hand. Mr. Emerson. Could you.would you please take a look at my.work? Please. She moves her body back slightly so he could see it better. I-Is there anything else I need t-to do to it? I tried. I always try my best. Sir.
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The young woman quickly moved to comply with his instruction, maybe a little too quickly as the carburetor went skittering across the work bench almost off again. Jake gave a bemused look at her near accident. The girl was trying, maybe a little too hard, but she was trying. Still his neutral tone never changed as she apologized with a soft whimper. What Jake saw so far gave him encouragement that this one might be the one. He saw so many girls, and it was only a small few that had all the right qualifications, personality and demeanor that he specifically sought out. The way this girl spoke, to her the subtle movements of her body, all were giving him hope that he might have found another girl, deserving of his special attention. Her discomfort was obvious, but he made no comment about it, rather he just observed her efforts while offering instruction. The job done by her, was by no means professional, but she applied herself trying to do the best job she knew how. Leaving her to work, neither wanting to show special interest or to draw attention to her, he walked about the work area, inspecting everyone's work, offering assistance, compliment, critique and when necessary admonishment. As he was finishing up with a student he heard his name being called, and as it was feminine he knew exactly who was seeking his audience. Jake finished with the student he was with, before he made his way to the corner of the shop where his newest student stood before her work area asking him to inspect her work. As he approaches she steps back. Jake takes a moment to look at the various components and parts that the girl had cleaned. I see you have done an adequate job, considering it was your first time. You should have taken those pieces apart and gotten in behind them, rather than dump them into the wash bash together. It cleans the outside of both, but leaves grime that could have been removed if youd taken just a little more time. Jake steps away from the work area, and stops. Now put them back together again, after you clean that spot. No one wants a clean carburetor in pieces. Then almost as afterthought he continues. Oh and since I didnt know I had a new student, so come back after school, and I will have your course material, book and syllabus for you. Plus we need to discuss how you are going to catchup and make up the material you missed, so we can get you up to speed. Again Jake didnt politely request her to come to see him, he rather just told her. His words all professional and businesslike, even if his thoughts werent.
Thread: The Perfect Teacher (Andy & Tyr)

Yes S-Sir. She watched him walk away before returning her attention to the part in front of her. She had done an okay job, but that was never enough for Callie. She bites her bottom lip before starting to work even more so on what was before her. She could hear them talking, whispering about how she didnt have time. They didnt know Callie. The grease and grime seemed to vanish to her. This became something new to her. A challenge maybe? No. A test? Maybe a little bit of both, and she was going to rise to meet it. Callie flourished in this type of setting. She took the part down to the most basic of its set-up, and with child-like care, she bathed and cleansed the parts. Her feminine, tiny hands working with grace though they were slowly becoming covered by thick, black sludge. She didnt seem to notice anymore. She was far too focused. Something had snapped inside her when he spoke to her. Adequate. The word didnt settle well with her. It never had. Time in class was drawing to a close quickly, and she had the part back together with a smile. I did it, she thought. Even though she knew nothing about car parts and the like, she was proud of her accomplishment. Even the guys looked in amazement at her work astounded the timid little geek had done such a good job. Taking out a small piece of paper, she wrote a note on it and left it by the part as the bell sounded for class to end. She grabbed her bags and dashed out of sight slipping out of the door before the boys did. When Mr. Emerson would read it, he would see Mr. Emerson, I never settle for adequate. I always put all of who I am into my work, my tasks. I hope my work is beyond adequate and to your liking. I shall see you after school for my things. Callie Coleman P.S. Sorry about your shirt. She grinned walking down the hall dialing her boss, Tony. Tony! Hi! Im going to be late getting to work today. I have to see a teacher after school. No. Of course Im not in trouble. Just started a new class. Okay. Bye! With the end of her phone conversation, she slipped into yet another class. One more class that she would drone through until the end of the day arrived. Class after class after class behind her, she finally made her way down through the dwindling hoards of students. The halls slowly empty out, and soon she knocks on the open door frame to the class. Hes in there, and she spots him. She knocks again waiting to be acknowledged before she enters. Waiting to be noticed.