Post by Desdemona Neilson on Apr 29, 2012 8:38:52 GMT -5
Des wasn't sure how she was going to make this work. She'd spent her first day in the classroom with her students and it was like her worst nightmare come to life. Herbology! Why did it have to be Herbology?! She supposed it could have been worse. She had at least done well in the class during her own school days. But still, she would have much preferred Defense Against the Dark Arts. Hell, she was an auror for 14 years and was still alive to tell the tale so she clearly was doing something right. Transfiguration would have been a good match or even potions for that matter. After all, she had tutored her friends to get them ready for their potions exams! So why did it have to be Herbology?!
It was her first day of lessons and it didn't go well. While nothing went horribly wrong, per se, it just seemed like this whole teaching bit was a lot harder than it looked. She felt like a fish that was suddenly taken from its home in the water and told that it must dance a jig in order to stay alive. Of course, the fish wouldn't actually be able to dance a jig without legs, but that was beside the point. She felt like she couldn't breathe. It was one of the most frightening experiences of her life. Part of her wanted to go find some dark wizard just so she could have someone to fling curses at and vent some of the frustration she felt right now.
She supposed it could have been worse. It could have been Divination! That had to have been one of the worst classes she'd ever taken. She signed up for it her 3rd year and she could barely make it through the year. It was without a doubt the most illogical and unscientific course of study in the world. She was not an art buff like her daughter was, but Des had a feeling that she'd like the art history classes her daughter had taken a lot better than Divination.
And then there was Flying! There was nothing worse than flying. She'd rather face a herd of Hungarian Horntails... Was herd the right word? Did dragons live in herds? Perhaps they were clans? She shook her head as she walked across the grounds in the moonlight. It had been too long since she'd really thought much about this sort of thing. She liked magical creatures, but her job hadn't included needing to know what the proper title of a dragon's nesting group was! Horde....that was a good word. Yes, she'd much rather face a horde of Hungarian Horntails than have to teach Flying. There was just no chance that anyone was going to get her up on a broom! She hated them and hated flying. The last time she'd been on one was back when she was 12 and was finishing her own flying class.
Des had at least not been one of the students that slept through Herbology. But knowing about plants didn't make her a professor. She didn't know how to teach this stuff. She didn't know how to make this stuff fun and interesting! She could barely relate to teenagers when she was a teenager! Still there was a bit of good news. There were rumors that some of the professors were leaving and she prayed that if she spoke with the Headmaster that she'd be able to take over either Defense Against the Dark Arts or Potions, but she would have to wait until it was formally announced before she could know if either of those spots were open.
A small sigh escaped her lips as she walked into the Great Hall. It was getting late and she was hungry even though she didn't know if she really felt much like eating. She walked through the hall as she made her way up to the staff table and took her seat. She looked at the pumpkin juice in front of her and seriously considered transforming it into firewhiskey or anything that would help her forget the day she'd just had. For a few minutes she just sat there staring at the food in front of her as she wondered if she'd made the right choice by coming here.
It was her first day of lessons and it didn't go well. While nothing went horribly wrong, per se, it just seemed like this whole teaching bit was a lot harder than it looked. She felt like a fish that was suddenly taken from its home in the water and told that it must dance a jig in order to stay alive. Of course, the fish wouldn't actually be able to dance a jig without legs, but that was beside the point. She felt like she couldn't breathe. It was one of the most frightening experiences of her life. Part of her wanted to go find some dark wizard just so she could have someone to fling curses at and vent some of the frustration she felt right now.
She supposed it could have been worse. It could have been Divination! That had to have been one of the worst classes she'd ever taken. She signed up for it her 3rd year and she could barely make it through the year. It was without a doubt the most illogical and unscientific course of study in the world. She was not an art buff like her daughter was, but Des had a feeling that she'd like the art history classes her daughter had taken a lot better than Divination.
And then there was Flying! There was nothing worse than flying. She'd rather face a herd of Hungarian Horntails... Was herd the right word? Did dragons live in herds? Perhaps they were clans? She shook her head as she walked across the grounds in the moonlight. It had been too long since she'd really thought much about this sort of thing. She liked magical creatures, but her job hadn't included needing to know what the proper title of a dragon's nesting group was! Horde....that was a good word. Yes, she'd much rather face a horde of Hungarian Horntails than have to teach Flying. There was just no chance that anyone was going to get her up on a broom! She hated them and hated flying. The last time she'd been on one was back when she was 12 and was finishing her own flying class.
Des had at least not been one of the students that slept through Herbology. But knowing about plants didn't make her a professor. She didn't know how to teach this stuff. She didn't know how to make this stuff fun and interesting! She could barely relate to teenagers when she was a teenager! Still there was a bit of good news. There were rumors that some of the professors were leaving and she prayed that if she spoke with the Headmaster that she'd be able to take over either Defense Against the Dark Arts or Potions, but she would have to wait until it was formally announced before she could know if either of those spots were open.
A small sigh escaped her lips as she walked into the Great Hall. It was getting late and she was hungry even though she didn't know if she really felt much like eating. She walked through the hall as she made her way up to the staff table and took her seat. She looked at the pumpkin juice in front of her and seriously considered transforming it into firewhiskey or anything that would help her forget the day she'd just had. For a few minutes she just sat there staring at the food in front of her as she wondered if she'd made the right choice by coming here.
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