this is way longer than i intended but im trying AGAIN to pull an all-nighter im so desperate to fix my sleep schedule--
Maribelle didn't know what a number even was. Not that it mattered, Alcott being a history teacher, and history only dealt with numbers thirty-percent of the time, but Maribelle was stupid as fuck anyway, so. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
She wasn't exactly used to public school, anyhow, and if this was how it was all the time... She wasn't sure if she wanted to stay. Not that she didn't like school, but going from being homeschooled by private tutors and the closest thing to public school being forced to go to temple, to just straight up not getting an education at all for a fat three or four years, to ending up in a class going over materials that she just straight up could not comprehend...
Lip curled, she looked down at the book offered to her -- one with an obnoxious eagle on the front cover over a photo of the stars and stripes. And then she started complaining to Alcott the moment the students had cleared out. "This is stupid." She felt really stupid. "I'm probably not good enough to figure out what is even going on, or something. I left during my... ninth year, I think..? Either way--" She brushed her hair back and scoffed. "I don't think I'm coming back. You might as well have students you'll actually be happy with. Maybe. They're all really fucking annoying, anyway. I don't know why you'd decide to be a teacher."
"Students? That make me happy? You really are new to this," chuckled Alcott as he sat down across from her with a book of his own. "I ask myself a lot, honestly," he grunted when she brought up him being a teacher. "I love history. Thought I could get the kids to, too. Fat chance. But I'll say this: it's impossible to be stupid at history. I mean, sure, some major wars and events need to be remembered, but history is all manmade. There are countless perspectives for every single situation; there's no one right answer. As long as you can explain the whys and hows of history, you'll do just fine with me. And lucky for you, we're starting with my favorite subject: the Great Depression. Before you say anything, I've already heard every depression joke there could possibly be." He paused. "If you do well, I'll get you McDonald's."
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Alcott Northwind
this is way longer than i intended but im trying AGAIN to pull an all-nighter im so desperate to fix my sleep schedule--
Maribelle didn't know what a number even was. Not that it mattered, Alcott being a history teacher, and history only dealt with numbers thirty-percent of the time, but Maribelle was stupid as fuck anyway, so. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
She wasn't exactly used to public school, anyhow, and if this was how it was all the time... She wasn't sure if she wanted to stay. Not that she didn't like school, but going from being homeschooled by private tutors and the closest thing to public school being forced to go to temple, to just straight up not getting an education at all for a fat three or four years, to ending up in a class going over materials that she just straight up could not comprehend...
Lip curled, she looked down at the book offered to her -- one with an obnoxious eagle on the front cover over a photo of the stars and stripes. And then she started complaining to Alcott the moment the students had cleared out. "This is stupid." She felt really stupid. "I'm probably not good enough to figure out what is even going on, or something. I left during my... ninth year, I think..? Either way--" She brushed her hair back and scoffed. "I don't think I'm coming back. You might as well have students you'll actually be happy with. Maybe. They're all really fucking annoying, anyway. I don't know why you'd decide to be a teacher."
3 years, 3 months ago
"Students? That make me happy? You really are new to this," chuckled Alcott as he sat down across from her with a book of his own. "I ask myself a lot, honestly," he grunted when she brought up him being a teacher. "I love history. Thought I could get the kids to, too. Fat chance. But I'll say this: it's impossible to be stupid at history. I mean, sure, some major wars and events need to be remembered, but history is all manmade. There are countless perspectives for every single situation; there's no one right answer. As long as you can explain the whys and hows of history, you'll do just fine with me. And lucky for you, we're starting with my favorite subject: the Great Depression. Before you say anything, I've already heard every depression joke there could possibly be." He paused. "If you do well, I'll get you McDonald's."
3 years, 3 months ago