[Let the Games] Social Studies Class [Begin]

[Sarah]

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The wipe off board at the front looked like it did any other day, but today, it was going to be scribbled and scrawled upon. Anthony didn't mind teaching, but he hated notes. Unfortunately, the career of teaching, especially in a higher status school as of Eddingborough, required a lot of just that. Today would be a day filled with review, something he and most of the boys hated.

And the kids thought teachers assigned homework and notes as punishment or busy work for them to do. Hell, it was only more work for him to do too, with the grading. If he had to deal with it, then the boys could suck it up too.

He didn't know many of the boys well, but he suspected that to change. Even though it was a private school, and he was paid to teach and not socialize, he tended to do both as he went along. The more he knew of a pupil, the more ways he could find out was best to teach them. But, he also knew that most boys weren't going to be very open towards a teacher. Polite and well structured, maybe, but not friendly.

He had worked around obstacles in the past, and so he would do the same today.

It was only moments before the bell signaling first period rang. Mr. Borger sat politely behind his desk, taking a few calming breaths. He always got a little anxious before teaching each day, imagining the worst, but it always turned out to be alright. Just a little stage fright to keep him on his toes. No harm done.

Or, no harm done as long as it didn't prevent him from teaching.

The bell sounded right at the second of 8:00 am. He himself was used to sleeping in much later than that alone, but would manage. It would take his internal clock a few weeks to adjust, but he would manage. The first class of the day was always the hardest to get through. It seemed to be the slowest with how the boys slugged in, still tired from the night before. It only reminded him of his own sleepiness.

Sliding the rolling office chair from behind the desk, Anthony stood, and scrawled out today's topic on the board. It was a simple subject, at least he thought. His scrawling script formed the letters C then I followed by V I L. They would review the American Civil War.

[Miss Murder]

Christian knew a lot about history. He could probably could take the advanced course, Globe Studies, if he had been offered. Then, Christian didn't participate much in class. Sure, he'd socialize with other students and work proficiently enough in a group, but he wasn't to fond of speaking with everyone's attention. Answer questions, in particular, was his own personal suffering. Last year, the teachers would call on him because of his lack of participation. Of course, he managed to answer the question correctly, but being put on the spot made him hesitant and doubtful.

Christian had obtained most of his knowledge for history from television shows. His father, being engrossed in history of all sorts, was always watching the history channel. So, on occasions, Christian would join in to watch.
Then, he did also enjoy reading about history. His brain seemed to easily absorbed the knowledge and he could remember dates as if it were natural. So, when Christian heard his first class was to be history he as confident enough. Mr. Borger, whom he had meant prior to now, seemed like a well enough teacher. Blushing, a bit in remembrance to how he had humiliated himself that time. How, he had passed out and the teacher unknowingly performed CPR on him. Oh no, he would not do such a thing today. Today, he would show that Mr. Borger what civilized, normal teenager he was. Were teenagers civilized? His room mate did smoke. Well, at the very least he'd try to appear to be as any other student.

As Christian made his way to the Social Studies classroom he wondered what that day's topic would be on. World War II possibly? Either way he could say, confidently, that he wouldn't be putting in much effort in answer any questions. Speeding up as the second warning bell rang he pushed the door open. There, stood Mr. Borger writing something on the board. The Civil War it was then? It was an easy subject to review, and that must of been why the newbie teacher had chosen it.
Patting his back pocket for his emergancy pack he scooted awkwardly down the middle row and sat in the third seat from the front. We wasn't nerdy enough to sit in the front or rebellious enough to sit in the back. Nor did he prefer running out the door when the bell rang or gazing out the window. So, in the he sat in the middle of the middle row. That was where he belonged.

He wondered if he should say something to the teacher. Maybe thank him for trying to save his life? Then, he didn't feel like bringing up the topic again. It was too embarrassing. Rather, he sat there in complete silence. Which was broken as soon as students lugged themselves inside and plopped down on which ever seat suited them. Christian curiously watched as the room filled. There were so many people he didn't know it was almost sickening. However, he couldn't let that get him down. He'd know them soon enough.