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Thread: The Perfect Teacher (Andy & Tyr)

Jake went about grading papers and clearing his desk, not in the least concerned if the young woman showed or didnt show, for it was truly her first test. If she passed it and showed, shed be worth more of his time, if not, she was to be nothing more than a passing name amongst so many others, soon forgotten as the next wave of students arrived. So when he heard the knock at his classroom door, he made a brief smile, putting down his pen, the look on his face returning to its normal stern professional gaze. Enter. Jake said as he waited, comfortable in the knowledge that his newest student had complied with his demand. Callie Coleman, was an interesting addition to his class, he had time in his open period to go and pull her file and to casually ask around a bit, checking with his colleagues and school staff, about who she was. Hed done it all under the guise of having a student added to an already running class. He even put in the perfunctory grunts of displeasure and comments of inconvenience that were expected of a person who had been foisted upon. Many times students were lost in the ocean of other students, often no more than a number, a grade level, or a name. Still one Callie Coleman was known, as rather wealthy, academic, and a loaner. Her wealthy for Jake was of no consequence, but everything he heard and read helped him get a better picture of who she was, though he was still unsure why she was in his class, but that too in time would be discovered. The papers on his desk really were of no significance they could have been done at any time, and his sole purpose for staying after class was to see if Callie showed up. Hopefully she was like the ones before her, would be the right mix of brain, beauty, sexiness all together in a package meant to please and serve. Jake always liked the idea that hed taken teaching to another level, with the few that showed real potential. Usually he got a year maybe two, before he sent them on their way at graduation, knowing that hed helped them along in meeting their true destiny. Oh sure some came back, other wanted to stay, but in the end, he let them free knowing they were more ready for what life held and discovery of who and what they were. Jake looked down at the note that shed left, reading it one more time, wandering if he was drawing too much form it, or if it held other clues hed not yet gleaned from it. Shut the door. Jake never looked up, just issued his order, her letter still in his hand. Then without any warning he asks his question. Why are you here?
Thread: The Perfect Teacher (Andy & Tyr)

Enter. The word, alone, her cue to come inside. She slipped inside his classroom, her shoes not even making a sound on the floor. Unseen. Unheard. Unnoticed. That was her way. She had worked very hard to perfect it. He seemed so consumed with the papers on his desk when she had knocked. Now he seemed rather focused on her. That made her uneasy. She clutched her sleeves tightly as she embraced herself. Her clothing, that would not lend anyone to the slightest notion she came from a well off family, were a size too big. If she could pull herself into a ball, she would. Her eyes only glanced up to his once before falling to the floor searching for some unknown item that clearly wasnt there. Mr. Emerson didnt seem menacing. He didnt seem unlike any other teacher she had the misfortune of knowing in the past. Most of her teachers didnt like her. Always correcting them, setting the bar far too high for her classmates, and simply put an over-achiever that didnt know when to stop or slow down, Callie had earned being frowned upon by so many. Compounded to that was the simple fact she was younger than the other students, and she had a tough day every single day. Here was Mr. Emerson. Here comes the usual rundown, she thought. I like you Callie. I really do, but this class may not be the perfect fit for you. Perhaps you would be better suited for another class. It was the same the line she had heard several other times for other teachers. The last being the culinary arts teacher. Setting her own shirt on fire, causing the teacher to have to use the fire extinguisher, taking out two shelves in the process as Callie had crashed into them. Countless things broken, the class shut down for a week now to repair and restock, and an investigation by the school board. Yeah. To say she had a tough time in that class was an understatement. Today she dropped a car part, ruined a teachers shirt, and was a disruption to the class. Lets hear it , she thought. Lets get this over with. She closed the door behind herself and stepped further inside. Yeah. Here it comes. Her arms folded tightly, she stood there like a petulant child that was being punished ashamed of some committed offense, and then he asked his question. She lifted her head taken by his inquiry. This was something she had seen before as well, but never at school. Her father, shrewd business man that he was , had asked that very question a thousand times in equally as many different situations. Having heard and seen the way it was answered when he was working at home and she was sneaking around simply to see him, she knew the best answer would be the most honest and direct. She cleared her throat. M-My course material, book, and syllabus. You said we needed to discuss how I was going to catch up and make up the material I missed so we could get me up to speed. Word for word she repeated what he had told her in class before. Once more, her voice shaky, B-Because you told me to come.Sir.
Thread: The Perfect Teacher (Andy & Tyr)

The new female student stood there sullen and pensive, her eyes down cast. Jake head slowly rose as she quoted back the obvious reason for her being there. The words were his, the voice hers as she spoke, but there was more there, much more. For she added that he told her to come and called him sir, a very interesting point. His eyes coming up, as they cast over her, she knew she was being inspected, judged by him, his face revealing nothing. The moment hung there as he seemed to be evaluating what she said, her note to him still in his hand, his head bobs in acknowledgement of her statement. Good Im glad you can follow instructions, a thing this day and age that seems rare. I appreciate it, when my instructions are followed. Jake didnt offer her a seat, but let her standing there on purpose, knowing that she would be vulnerable and exposed, no place to hide. Now that he had time, his eyes going over her, taking note of not only her clothing, her hair, but her actual demeanor. I should have been more specific about my question, why are you here in my class? The statement wasnt an accusation, but it was meant to garner a better understanding of her mental state. Plus he wanted to keep her just a little off balance as he worked his way into her psyche. The girl was smart that was clear, so he needed to be smart, and get a good read on her, before he pushed to far. You dont seem the type to take an auto class. Or do you feel this is a easy way to coast, and that you wont have to do anything? A way you can pad your academic record. Now Jake was confronting her, seeing what kind of answer he could entice from her. Would she get defensive, how would she react? Jake voice was professional but in no way was he coddling her. All the time he sat their with the stained shirt staring at her.
Thread: The Perfect Teacher (Andy & Tyr)

Stop starring at me, she thought. It made her nervous. More so than usual in fact. She wanted to be stronger. To stand upright, chin up, shoulders back, proud, strong, not afraid of anything. Instead Callie stood there cowering. She nodded to him as he spoke, even though her eyes didnt meet his. No Sir, her voice louder than she normally spoke. I didnt think this class would be easy. I mean.No sir. I just.I, her words stammered as her eyes meet him. The realization she was openly speaking to him halting her. She looked around the room for the courage to keep going. I dont coast Sir. I dont..half..do anything either. I dont like to fail. I dont fail. She closed her eyes taking in a deep breath. I wont fail. I. She knew what she wanted to say to him, but the words wouldnt come easy. They hardly ever did. He wanted to know why she as there though, and she would answer. He had asked that of her. I am here because., deep breath, In music class, I-I went in on the first day and played Mozart. In culinary arts, I set my cl-clothes on fire. In art I copied a M-Monet. In drama they.couldnt.hear me. In cosmetology I-I cut my finger and nearly passed out. In computer class I.s-stood out. I reprogrammed the computers that have my last name on the side of them. In gym Im smaller than everyone else. Im not as strong. The girls took me in my underwear into the boys locker room. Teacher had me out of there the next day. She looked at him still. They all threw me out. I didnt.fit in. So if I dont fit in here.I understand. Sir. Just give me my paper to give to the office, and Ill be gone. Her stutter was slowly fading with him the more she spoke to him. Was she becoming more comfortable around him? Was it because there was no one else in the room? An observation and questions she didnt notice much less think of. She was fidgeting when she started talking to him. Hugging her arms tightly. Shifting her weight. Now? Nothing. Just standing still. Yet another observation that appeared seamless. She held out a trembling hand to him for her paper. The little paper that he would fill out requesting a transfer for her. It would have his reason on it. Too nervous. Too advanced. Too clumsy. Too much of a disruption. Too anything but what was needed to stay in that class. Another teacher. Another reason. Her eyes drifting down to the stain on his shirt. She felt so embarrassed. Her cheeks burned. She watched it move as he breathed for just a moment. Ill replace the shirt. Her hand still out for the paper as her eyes were glued to the stain. The mocking stain reminding her of exactly who she was. An out of place, clumsy, little girl who would never fit in, and now he knew it as well.
Thread: The Perfect Teacher (Andy & Tyr)

The young girl stuttered as she tried to answer, her nervousness and unease clear. The words came in small snippets as she not quite coherently tried to explain her reasons for being here and taking his class. Jake did nothing to erase her concern or fear, making no effort to interrupt her, for it would only give her a respite and a chance to collect her thoughts. This situation gave him the best chance of knowing her better, seeing who she was, and why she was here. The story she told in chunks and pieces was one of being ostracized and different. She didnt conform, she wasnt part of the in crowd, but she was smart, and smart was important to Jake. Anyone could manipulate some good looking airhead, that didnt have two brain cells in her head, but the reality was such things made him bored quickly. Truly it was the smart girls, the intellectual ones that truly understood what he was asking of them and their capitulation had far more meaning for him. Then there was the practical side, the dumb ones wouldnt know when to keep their mouths shut, and could bring his activities to light by talking. Still the smart ones, mixed with the appropriate personality and demeanor, were just so much fun. Her shaking hand held out for the paper he held. No you may not leave. Jake denied her request for freedom, not only because he wanted her to stay, but doing so just meant he wasn't like all the others taking the convenient way out. Even if it didnt work out that she became one of his special students, she deserved better than being tossed aside simply because it was expedient. Jakes deep baritone voice remained neutral as he took control of the situation. You signed up for the class and you will complete it. The paper he held, he now put it to the side of the desk out of reach and away from her. Not even giving her the one thing she asked for. Not only that, but you will do so by getting the top grade in this class, through hard work, dedication, study, and learning to follow my instructions. Do we understand each other Miss Coleman? Yet that wasnt all Jake had in mind for the young thing, for he had no doubt that she could ace any test, regurgitate any material that she heard or read. So he needed to concentrate on the practical, the physical side of the material. However this class isnt only about whats in the book or lecture, and you are already behind, and I somehow doubt that you have much or any experience with automobiles. If Ive made an unfair assessment, please let me know. I have no doubt if I give you the book and other circular materials, youll do fine on that portion, I however know you are likely to fail on all things weve learned in the shop so far. Or do you see it differently Miss Coleman? Jake asked her in a tone that made it clear that he would doubt her if she said she did.
Thread: The Perfect Teacher (Andy & Tyr)

Hes not letting me go. Hes keeping me in this class. Her hand slowly lowered. Why? Her mind filled with questions that she had never had before. Everyone else always just passed her off on someone else or ignored her. This teacher wasnt going to do either. He would see her. He did see her. Suddenly she felt more exposed than she had ever felt in her entire life. A spotlight was shining on her, and he was examining her. Her eyes darted around the room, anywhere but him really, as she asked him, Why? I mean.of course. Sir. She gripped her pant leg now as she didnt have to look at him to tell his eyes were still on her. The material gathered in her hands, her fingers, her knuckles turning white under her grasp. There was, however, a strange comfort in his words. Of course she would get the highest grade in the class. She always did. A fact that could not keep the smile from her face. Yes Sir. There was no hesitation. No stuttering. A confidence that Callie only rarely showed to a select few. She relaxed in that one statement. Despite his eyes on her and her insecurities about everything, in that moment, she was herself. Smiling. Self-assured. She cleared her throat. He most certainly was spot on with his observations about her. The practical applications of the class would certainly be over her head, but what was she suppose to do? No Sir. You are not.wrong, but what am I suppose to do? Her eyes suddenly returning to him as she advanced forward towards him as she spoke. Ask one of the boys for help? As if they would. Her tone, her movement towards him realized, she froze. I mean.I..have..a free class. I-I help in the library here. Could it..Would you want me..to come in here? I..I cant come..after school. I work. Except weekends. I could come..during my free class..if you..want me. Her face burned, but for some odd reason, Callie was still looking at him. Her hands gripping her clothing once more. Yeah. I could..come then..if you want me. Callie took a few steps back away from him. Why, she asked him her voice shaky. Why do you..insist..I stay? You could.. Her voice trailed as her mind screamed, shut up! She looked away towards the door. There was safety in always finding the closest door. It made running away so easy. You could pass me off like everybody else does. Youre different Mr. Emerson. Nobody ever..took the time..to..the time to..see me. You see me. Her eyes now on the door, her safety zone, her comfort. She felt more uncomfortable than she could ever remember feeling. Mr. Emerson clearly wasnt like any other person, teacher or not, that she had ever encountered. He was an odd one. He would not settle for his hand on her back in a photo like her father did. He would not ignore her for his selfish desires like her mother. He would not make fun of her, or simply sit by allowing others to. He would.see her. Why Mr. Emerson? Just..Pass me on. Dont look at me. Dont..see me.
Thread: The Perfect Teacher (Andy & Tyr)

The girl at first began to question his statement, but stopped and simply agreed and called him sir. Hed done nothing to ease the tension or give her a respite. Jake watched as the girl's discomfort and nervousness came through not only in her words and stance, but the deathly grip of her hand on her pant leg. The girl smiled when he told her she would get the highest grade, for it was clear to him, she was proud of her academic achievements, probably the one thing in her life she got noticed for. She too realized that she was behind and would have trouble completing the practical side of the class without direct assistance. He let her work through the various permutations, till she asked if he would assist her during her free class. It was the obvious conclusion, but he let her reach it, than to push it up on her. Still rather than immediately answer, he took a moment to consider her proposal and ponder it. Before he answered, she stepped away and asked why? Why he didnt pass her over or cast her aside as so many had done before. He continued to sit there letting her pour a part of her emotions, fears and life out knowing each thing given let him in a little more in, gave him a little more understanding of who she was. Still he waited till she ran out of steam and stood there looking at him, as if he had answers. Jake nodded like he understood, because he really did. Well I see. Lets just say I like the best out of my students, and most just coast through doing nothing or the least possible. You have the potential to be special, to be different, but its up to you. I cant force you, I can only guide you, and if you are willing I promise that you will not regret it. Jake of course was speaking of something quite different, but he felt no reason to explain it to her. Now was not the time to tell her what he had in mind for her future, only to hint at it. I will take the time, if you are willing to give it. Jake abruptly stood. Come lets start right now, no time like the present. Well go to the shop and start your education. Are you ready to learn? Can you follow my instructions, and do I as I tell you?
Thread: The Perfect Teacher (Andy & Tyr)

I will not regret it. The words emanated through her, with her. I will not regret it. He seemed so sure. So confident. Something she wished she could be. She drew in her bottom lip, chewing it, as she looked at the floor. Callie spent more time staring at the floor, the walls, and of course doors than anything else. Some strange comfort in that perhaps. She brought her eyes back to him though. He will guide me. I just have to be willing. Then the other words he had spoken settled with her. Something that she had overlooked. I have the potential to be special, to be different? He thinks I have potential. Nobody has ever said that to me before. He does see me. He does notice me. In just one class, one hour, this teacher has gotten to know more about me than anybody ever has in my entire life. It was a thought, a realization that hit her hard. It felt like being hit in the chest. She shook her head. You think I have potential, she whispered. Nobody ever does. Thank you. A smile. Something she didnt plan on spread across her face. Okay. Im willing. I can.do this. I wont coast. A laugh. Her stutter disappearing more and more. Was she relaxing around him? Was this teacher getting inside her walls and making her comfortable? Maybe. Ill give you my time Sir. Y-You have it. She jumped slightly as he rose rather quickly. Taking another step back. Right now, she questioned. O-Okay, but I need to do something first. She took out her cell phone calling her job. Turning to face the window, she waited for her boss to answer. Tony. Im not coming today. I have to stay after school. No, she laughed. Of course Im not in trouble. She smiled as she talked to him. In that moment, she was herself. Happy, relaxed, and self assured. Her true self, her true being shining through. Im just getting caught up in my new class. Hands on application and the like. Ill let you know when I can come back. Ive got to really pound this one out. Im going to pass, and Im going to do so with the highest grade in the class. You bet. You know me too well. I can do this. Okay. Bye. The entire time her conversation was taking place, not once did she stutter. She literally forgot about Mr. Emerson being in the room. As soon as she turned to face her teacher though, the familiar, nervous girl returned. Al-Alright then. Im ready. I-I can do this. I can follow your instructions Sir, right down the tiniest detail. Just like you tell me to.
Thread: The Perfect Teacher (Andy & Tyr)

The young girl affirmed his statement by saying she wouldnt coast and would give her time to accomplish this. Jake just nodded his as she spoke, and though she seemed surprised about his offer of doing it right now, she handled it by making a quick call. Good, lets go out into the shop and get to work. Leaving the book, paperwork, and syllabus on his desk, he headed directly for the metal doors that separated the shop and the classroom. There was no one around, as classes were over and the school basically closed for the day. And though there may be some staff and janitors about school, none would be around or in the shop, and Jake knew it. The shop itself was at the edge of campus off the parking lots away from the regular classes so any noise generated there wouldnt disturb the normal and usually more important academic proceedings. Jake just smiled for that same academic shunning worked in his favor, as gave him and his special student lots of privacy from prying eyes or ears. Lets start with that car over there. Jake indicated an older muscle car someone was either restoring or just making road worth, but with it securely blocked up and its wheels off, made no doubt that it wasnt going anywhere. Heading directly for it, Jake lifted up the hood, and then looked back at her. This is going to be dirty, and well Jake looked down at his own grease smeared shirt. Im already dirty. Get into one of those coveralls over there, no need for you to get dirty too. Jake pointed at a series of mechanics jump suits that hung in a line on the wall. He went over and grabbed a mechanic towel or blanket, to throw over one fender, so they could work together. I hope you arent afraid to get dirty. Now get that on and get over here, and get that head under this hood, time to show you around.