Post by gear on Nov 19, 2011 12:56:15 GMT -8
Prompt Number : # 4, Teaching
Title: Unexpected Paths
Ratings: G
Warnings: (if any): Excessive use of commas?
Summary: No one had ever expected Minerva, terror of the Hogwarts hallways, to become a teacher. But here she is.
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I had never planned to become a teacher, though some of my students would probably attest with a great degree certainty that I could never have been anything but a teacher, and that I must have been, somehow, born at the age of forty five, with wand in hand and perfect knowledge of transfiguration in mind. Other, more reasonable pupils, will probably realize, if the topic were ever to occur to them, that I must, at one point, have been a child (even witches and wizards cannot defeat the basic laws of biology), but even they would probably assume that I was a good, docile child, who had dreams of someday becoming a teacher.
They would be wrong. In fact they would be dead wrong, nearly as mistaken as those who thought that I was produced, like Athena or Aphrodite, fully formed. I was such a troublemaking young heathen that Augusta asked me if I had been confounded when I announced my plans to become a Hogwart’s teacher. It was not because my transfiguration skills were substandard - they were good actually, very good, I was the top of our graduating class. It was the teaching part that made her double over laughing when she finally assured herself of my continued health.
But despite all this, I became a teacher. I would even like to say that I am a good teacher - my students learn, and many of them go on to become accomplished witches and wizards, no matter what they may think of me when I assign their homework. Teaching is something I can do, something I can even do well, and if I manage to leave my mark on my students, even a little, all the better.
Title: Unexpected Paths
Ratings: G
Warnings: (if any): Excessive use of commas?
Summary: No one had ever expected Minerva, terror of the Hogwarts hallways, to become a teacher. But here she is.
~ ~ ~
I had never planned to become a teacher, though some of my students would probably attest with a great degree certainty that I could never have been anything but a teacher, and that I must have been, somehow, born at the age of forty five, with wand in hand and perfect knowledge of transfiguration in mind. Other, more reasonable pupils, will probably realize, if the topic were ever to occur to them, that I must, at one point, have been a child (even witches and wizards cannot defeat the basic laws of biology), but even they would probably assume that I was a good, docile child, who had dreams of someday becoming a teacher.
They would be wrong. In fact they would be dead wrong, nearly as mistaken as those who thought that I was produced, like Athena or Aphrodite, fully formed. I was such a troublemaking young heathen that Augusta asked me if I had been confounded when I announced my plans to become a Hogwart’s teacher. It was not because my transfiguration skills were substandard - they were good actually, very good, I was the top of our graduating class. It was the teaching part that made her double over laughing when she finally assured herself of my continued health.
But despite all this, I became a teacher. I would even like to say that I am a good teacher - my students learn, and many of them go on to become accomplished witches and wizards, no matter what they may think of me when I assign their homework. Teaching is something I can do, something I can even do well, and if I manage to leave my mark on my students, even a little, all the better.