student teacher - acadia

[Rowa Gene Blackburn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] what it all comes down to i'm broke, but i'm happy. i'm poor, but i'm kind. i'm high, but i'm grounded. i'm drunk, but i'm sober. i'm sane, but i'm overwealmed. i'm lost, but i'm hopeful baby. OUTFIT: clicky | TAGGED: acadia | WORDS: 668 "You're sketch should be light, free... it is an expression of yourself, and extention of your mind..." Rowa exclaimed, walking around the classroom. He leaned down next to one student. "Good, good! Your shading here beneath the tree should be just a touch darker here than there, to signify the angle with which the sun is shining upon it," he stated, smiling at the youth as he gently patted the young man's shoulder and moved on. "Think of your landscape as... a dream. Visualize it in your minds eye, only you know what this fantasy location looks like. But remember, detail is precise. The time of day portrayed by the angle of the sun, the season by what is located there. Are there migrating birds? Leaves on the trees? Grass in full bloom? Remember always that no one can see what you see without the attention to detail." By this time, he was back to the front of the room, looking around at the long desks where his students were seated. His attention then moved to the student teacher he had been graced with for the class as well. She was quite a looker, if he must say so himself, quite charming. He smiled slightly at her from across the room as he watched her lean in, much the same way that he had, to look at a sketch of one of his students. At that time, however, the bell rang, signifying the end of class. He clapped his hands together, catching the students attention out of their reverie of packing away their things. "Alright, class, just remember that your sketches are due on Friday!" Rowa exclaimed cheerfully as his Art II class began packing away their sketchbooks and charcoals and other drawing nessecities. He smiled as he watched them all gather their things before he looked down at his own desk in front of him and began gathering his papers. He looked up at the female who was approaching him at this point. "Ah, Miss Potter. I didn't get the chance before class to properly welcome you, so... welcome." He laughed, smiling brightly at her. "How did you like the art class then? I do hope you'll be joining us more frequently. I could definitely use another pair of eyes in here, sometimes, the students like to cut up. They were very well behaved today for you though... I wonder if its because they were just trying to impress the hot new teacher..." he stated, smirking slightly at her. He leaned against his desk as he watched her for a few moments. "How long are you planning on staying at St. Helena's then? I do hope that once your internship is over that you won't abandon us for another school... I think that would make a number of people exceptionally heartbroken." He gathered up his papers from his desk at that point and gestured back towards his office. "Why don't you join me in my office and tell me your opinion on the class?" he asked, arching an eyebrow at her as he turned away and moved into his office to the desk that was there and setting down his lesson plans on a small table behind his desk. He had a thing about clutter on his desk, so the only things there were his closed laptop, a cup with pencils and scissors in it, a paperweight, a few folders in a neat stack inside of a basket, and his name placard. He leaned against his desk once more, looking back towards her. "So... may I call you Acadia? Or do you have a different name preferance? You are free to call me Rowa, of course..." he smiled again, letting his eyes roam over the figured form before him. DATE: november 9, 2020 - 3:00 PM NOTES: hellooooo acadia. -wink-

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[Acadia Rose Potter]

i feel like i've never known love

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A skirt. Acadia was in a skirt. Why was she wearing a skirt again? Oh, yeah. She had run out of clean jeans. She was not a fan of skirts, even when she wore tights under them that weren't opaque. They just always made her feel too exposed. She felt like everyone would see what was under the skirt, and though Cade was known for sleeping around a bit, she did have a sense of modesty, however slight that sense might be. She absently smoothed her hand over the back of her skirt, as if making it fall back into place though it had not gone anywhere, as she checked one of the students' work with a soft smile. She started to make a comment on it, very much liking the beginning of the drawing, but was drowned out by the sound of the bell ringing. Acadia took a few steps back, moving out of the way so that the students at the table she was by could get up without bumping into her. She brushed the wispy strands of hair that did not stay in her low and loose braid out of her eyes and smiled softly at a few of the students that said good-bye, returning the statement with a slight wave. All-in-all, it had been a rather uneventful class, but Acadia was not sure if she had expected differently or not. She doubted she'd see much of the students' real personalities for a while. After all, when she was in high school, none of the students in her class acted up or anything like usual when a student teacher sat in on their class. "Ah, Miss Potter. I didn't get the chance before class to properly welcome you, so... welcome." Right, the actual teacher. Acadia had almost forgot he was still in the room as she had started to walk over to her coat. She stopped, though, when he spoke to her. Flicking her loose strands of hair out of her eyes, Acadia smiled softly and laughed, really wishing she could remember what he had said his name was. He was really cute after all. "Thank you," she said with a bright smile. She was a lot less nervous than she had been that morning, but she was still afraid she was going to mess things up. Acadia laughed softly when her mentor told her that the students were well behaved, and probably because they were trying to impress her. "Consider me impressed, then." She bit her lip lightly for a moment as the man continued to ask her questions. To be honest, she had not fully thought about it. Her student teaching information she could take with her to any school; however, interning at St. Helena's was pretty much a field narrowing thing. She would not need the skills and knowledge she gained from interning as a counselor in a school like St. Helena's if she was going to go off and teach at another place, unless there were more schools out there like St. Helena's that she was not aware of. "Uhm, I'm not... fully sure," Acadia replied with a shake of her head, flicking the fringe of her hair out of her eyes once again. "I'd like to stay here, though, I think." Cade still had quite a bit of time before she needed to make that choice, so she did not dwell on it too much.

Acadia nodded a little as the man suggested she join him in his office, and she walked into it with him. She made a quick glance around and smiled a little as she found the place seemed to fit her expectations of his office. It just fit. At least, she thought so. "So... may I call you Acadia? Or do you have a different name preferance? You are free to call me Rowa, of course..." Rowa. That was his name. She really needed to put that to memory. It was not like it was a common name, or anything, so she was not exactly sure how she had forgotten it. Oh well. At least she knew what it was then. That was better than having to ask. "Acadia, or Cade, or Cady's fine," she answered with a nod, tucking the longer strands of the loose pieces of hair behind her ears. "Any of them work; I don't really have a preference." As long as he was not calling her "Rose" or "Acadia Rose", she did not care. Those names were reserved for her brothers only. Unless, of course, her mother was getting mad at her, then it was "Acadia Rose Potter, you...". It was one of the many reasons Cade was glad to be living on her own finally. She loved her family, honestly, she did. However, she did not always like her family. They did not always see eye-to-eye. The student teacher bit her lower lip lightly, easily able to tell that the man in front of her was eying her. It was one of those things a girl just had a sense about. She could not keep from smirking a little as she said, "Like what you see, Rowa?" Acadia knew she was attractive, something she had often used for her advantage, but it was always amusing to her when other people would look her over. She was not sure why. Maybe because she was still not used to being known as anything but her siblings' little sister. Even in high school with the guys she slept with, she was still just their hot little sister.

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[Rowa Gene Blackburn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] what it all comes down to i'm broke, but i'm happy. i'm poor, but i'm kind. i'm high, but i'm grounded. i'm drunk, but i'm sober. i'm sane, but i'm overwealmed. i'm lost, but i'm hopeful baby. OUTFIT: clicky | TAGGED: acadia | WORDS: 563 Rowa smirked slightly as Acadia seemed to get the upbeat notion of the students behaving just 'cause there was a good-looking student teacher in the room. Of course, some of the students he had flirted even with him. He wasn't that much older than them, with all honesty. He also had a lot in common with many of his students. Especially Meeka. He himself had been involved with cocaine in his youth. Luckily, his record had been sealed after he got out of juvie so that it didn't wreck his opportunity to get a job. That common ground though helped him to understand his students. It was one of the reasons he had a different method for helping his students. He had been through withdraw... it hadn't been pretty. 18 months locked away was not something that he wanted for anyone else. He'd been there. As she followed him into his office, he gave a private smile. Well at least she was trusting. He leaned against his desk, crossing his arms over his chest. "Well, how 'bout we go with Cady, cause every time I think of the name Acadia... I think of The Scorpion King and Dewayne Johnson..." he stated with a soft laugh. When he'd first learned her name, he had been forced to laugh. A mental image of Dewayne Johnson as Mathiaas squaring off with Michael Duncan as Balthazar and Duncan yelling "Acadian!" He had thought it was quite amusing. "While its not bad to think of Dewayne Johnson, he's a hell of a guy, but not the kind of image I want to associate with a young lady such as yourself." Not that either of them were unattractive, both of them were very attractive... yet polar opposites. Of course, the the other was asking if he liked what he saw and he laughed, shaking his head slightly at being caught out. "Why yes. How could I not? You're a very attractive young lady," he stated with a smirk as he watched her carefully. He wondered vaguely what kind of girl Acadia was. Was she the type that would sleep with her mentor or not? Well, either way, he could still fantasize, yes? He rather liked that little bonus. Unless she was a telepath, she need never know what dirty little things that he'd love to do with her were running through his head. "Tell me, Cady... would you be interested in perhaps going for drinks?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. After all, it wasn't just like he could come right out and say "Hey, baby, you're hot, let's screw right here on my desk" no matter how much he would love that very idea. DATE: november 9 - 3:00 PM NOTES: god that word count sucked, sorry.

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