Post by meh on Jul 28, 2008 1:40:23 GMT -5
It was a calm afternoon and the students had just come back from lunch and were discussing the previous events. It been a few weeks since the field trip and so far psychological studies had been stopped almost completely. No one had seen Jack around, they assumed that he was therapy or in jail or something. They would have no such luck.
Jack entered the room in his normal teaching attire. His body language sang with the tune of bitter anger and his face was already wrinkled in fury. The students’ attention snapped up when his bag hit his desk hard. "So step forward, which students went on the field trip despite knowing just as well as everyone else that it was an unauthorized trip?" He looked over them all; all of them seemed a bit frightened of Professor King.
"The moment you hit the streets, you were violating school rules and I assume you thought that Matthew Wilson was easy pickings." He growled. "You all represent my style the moment you left this class room, I believe that teenagers of yours should already know that you should treat and act as if the substitute is the actual teacher. None of you had the decency to tell Matthew, 'This is unauthorized'. Well guess what kids," Jack slapped a pink slip on the board putting a magnate over it. "Would you like me to read it?" He didn't even know it was fake. He was given it by a messanger telling him to make it the point of his lesson today.
Jack entered the room in his normal teaching attire. His body language sang with the tune of bitter anger and his face was already wrinkled in fury. The students’ attention snapped up when his bag hit his desk hard. "So step forward, which students went on the field trip despite knowing just as well as everyone else that it was an unauthorized trip?" He looked over them all; all of them seemed a bit frightened of Professor King.
"The moment you hit the streets, you were violating school rules and I assume you thought that Matthew Wilson was easy pickings." He growled. "You all represent my style the moment you left this class room, I believe that teenagers of yours should already know that you should treat and act as if the substitute is the actual teacher. None of you had the decency to tell Matthew, 'This is unauthorized'. Well guess what kids," Jack slapped a pink slip on the board putting a magnate over it. "Would you like me to read it?" He didn't even know it was fake. He was given it by a messanger telling him to make it the point of his lesson today.