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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 16, 2007 23:46:14 GMT -5
Zea can be found in her classroom early, and having pushed the desks aside, is currently playing with a leather bullwhip.
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Post by Isabelle Wesker on Dec 18, 2007 8:46:07 GMT -5
Isabelle and her friends walked into class jabbering as usual. They greeted the professor as they came in and went to sit in their usual place.
They went on with their conversation, which was a jumble of Isabelle talking about haircare, Mary about a weird dream she had, and Sera about the cuniform translation of the week before last.
It would give one quite a headache to try and follow the flow of their discussion, but the girls didn't look like they were having any problem...
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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 23, 2007 11:25:36 GMT -5
[OOC: OH GOD HOLIDAYS. Life has been a little bit loopy recently. So, what I am going to do is, keep this thread running. Next week's will start on Tuesday and end next Sunday. D'oh. We'll make it quick and painless.]
Zea grinned as the students began to file in.
"Okay, so there's no desks today, which means we're doing something kind of cool, I promise. Toss your bag somewhere and park your arse wherever you can fit it."
"All right. This week is theoretically "Middle Bronze Age Scripts" but that's boring and you can learn everything you'll ever need to know about them from your textbook, and since they're undeciphered they're useless for everything except essentially finding out dates. So we skip that, and since we missed last week, hieroglyphs!"
"Now, Egyptian stuff is some of the most awesome stuff ever. Learning how to read hieroglyphs is rather difficult, but it's rather like drawing. So we're going to make up our own, to better understand how they work!"
"I want everyone to grab one of those little sketchpads from the desk, and gather round here."
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Post by Isabelle Wesker on Dec 23, 2007 12:22:35 GMT -5
Isabelle didn't seem quite excited about the prospect as her friends were, but this still looked a bit more interesting than long translations.
The girls went and grabbed a sketchpad, and gathered around the teacher as asked, still chattering along in whispers.
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