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Juneberry
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Joseph was known well for his style of teaching- that is, for his abundant energy of the subject that seemed to be far too much to be natural. Normal people didn't tend to like history. Even among the teachers, this was generally the case. However, Joseph seemed to have a strong love of it to the point of his energy overflowing for the topic. That day was no exception.
The young man was no more than twenty-two years old. He was about average height for a man, perhaps a bit on the short side. His muscle tone was mild, his body itself lean and generally athletic. His brown hair was always a mess, often falling into his brown eyes as he paced near the blackboard while reading from the text book. However, every so often his eyes held a molten excitement that seemed clearly to glaze his vision and coat his mild, tenor voice. He was currently in one of those modes.
"And when the enemy began to strike," He read with a loud excitement, "The war raged on much more rigorously." Placing the book down on his desk, he turned to the board and began to write on the board. "Today, your assignment is to write out your own version of the battle. You can make up names for soldiers not mentioned or use ones that were. You can make them pixies if that's what you need to make it your own...But what you're to do is rewrite the battle so that while the major points are the same, it shows a bit of your own interest. You have until next Monday to write it and research anything you feel a need to include, so make it count." After he wrote the guidelines, he turned to smile at the class. "I look forward to seeing what you come up with."
He soon began writing something in a notebook on the side of his desk as the students began to scribble reluctantly for their papers. Write instructions for absent students, including: Marianne Collins; Ryder Yanovski.
The young man was no more than twenty-two years old. He was about average height for a man, perhaps a bit on the short side. His muscle tone was mild, his body itself lean and generally athletic. His brown hair was always a mess, often falling into his brown eyes as he paced near the blackboard while reading from the text book. However, every so often his eyes held a molten excitement that seemed clearly to glaze his vision and coat his mild, tenor voice. He was currently in one of those modes.
"And when the enemy began to strike," He read with a loud excitement, "The war raged on much more rigorously." Placing the book down on his desk, he turned to the board and began to write on the board. "Today, your assignment is to write out your own version of the battle. You can make up names for soldiers not mentioned or use ones that were. You can make them pixies if that's what you need to make it your own...But what you're to do is rewrite the battle so that while the major points are the same, it shows a bit of your own interest. You have until next Monday to write it and research anything you feel a need to include, so make it count." After he wrote the guidelines, he turned to smile at the class. "I look forward to seeing what you come up with."
He soon began writing something in a notebook on the side of his desk as the students began to scribble reluctantly for their papers. Write instructions for absent students, including: Marianne Collins; Ryder Yanovski.