Thread: A Lesson in Love (MoonxChurch)

Daneas Morino could barely contain his excitement. he had graduated the top of his class, several years early. he was even more excited because the teacher of the very class he wanted to teach, had a sudden and inexplicable desire to retire. so he had, which meant Daneas was IN! he was going to teach! and he was going to teach WELL!... now if only he'd managed to not be late to his first class! he broke into the room just as the bell rang, and he sighed a little and shook his head. how he had managed to get lost on his very first day was beyond him, not to mention that the principle had yelled at him for ten minutes about biking to the school of all things. why shouldn't Daneas ride his bike to school? it was his bike and his life so he'd do what he wanted. he straightened himself out, swept his golden brown hair out of his eyes and strode to the front of the class. he couldn't have been any older than twenty, barely out of high school himself. he adjusted his glasses and his sharp eyes swept intently around the room as he studied the various students that where now his. No we will not be finishing the movie. none of you care one lick about it anyway. Daneas stated simply. i see no point in making you watch some crappy old man playing a fiddle on a roof when it has nothing to do with English history or literature in any way. he stated simply, his voice deep, cultured, and full of passion. you're previous teacher, Miss Arterworth, has decided to take an early retirement... here he paused, his eyes scanning the classroom again and it was clear int hat instant that as young as Daneas was, he wasn't a teacher to cross. i am your new Teacher, Daneas Morino. and since i know how you... 'kids' are with foreign names and new teachers, you can call me Mister Dan. he stated as soon as giggles filled the room at his name. now then. let's get to it shall we? he asked, examining his roll call sheet. instead of taking Roll though, he simply counted the number of students and matched it to the sheet. alright, everyone is here... or at least i have the correct number of heads. he admitted simply, looking rather amused. we're going to start with something... simple. nothing against Mrs. Arterworth, but clearly she has lost her passion for the subject at hand. Mr. Dan stated with a shake of his head. making you watch Fiddler on the roof... honestly, has the woman no shame? he mused as he picked up the course book, staring at it. ...really? this is you're course book? he demanded, looking baffled before shaking her head and tossing it back on the desk. you won't need those anymore. he stated simply. Today, we will begin working on a very famous author from the early nineteenth century, Edgar Allen Poe. he stated with a sly smirk. one the the rather... gorier writers of his time. he specialized in what is now known today as a 'short story'. you might not realize this, but he was considered the 'father' of the Detective fiction Genre, and was one of the forefathers of Science fiction. hard to beleive i know, but he is one of the most brilliant writers you will learn about. Daneas stated with a sly grin as he held up a book. this is one of my personal favorites, the Tell Tale Heart. i will read it aloud to you, and then we'll have a discussion about the story. and so Daneas read the story, his voice alive with passion, and deep foreboding as he read the story. and as he reached the parts where the Heart began to beat under the floorboards, his hand beat on his podium, making it sound like a heartbeat. several of the girls shuddered. now then. who has an opinion on the story? one of the girls piped up. Was Mr. Poe Mad? she asked and Daneas smirked. actually, beleive it or not, he wrote the 'Gothic' style books, to appease the public taste at the time. death was a common factor in life at that time, and everyone loved a good gory ending. he paused as he realized the bell was about to ring. alright! homework! he smirked as everyone groaned. i want you to write down you're personal opinions on Poe's 'The Tell Tale Heart' and make sure to include how he might have come up with such a disturbing story, or how he might have been feeling before, during, or after he wrote it. Class is dismissed. he paused as someone asked. How long does the paper have to be? here the teacher stared at the student for a moment then. as long as you get the theme across, i don't care how long it is. a paragraph or a full page, it doesn't matter. he promised before making shooing motions. off you go. but there's ten minutes left! so? you're mature enough to handle 'hanging out' for ten minutes aren't you? just don't start a fight in the hall and you'll be fine. well, that certainly garnered some brownie points didn't it?