St. Peadrus MacCallion High School Exchange Program (IC)

by **Enchanta** » Fri Oct 11, 2019 4:59 am

Amora walked into the courtyard, admiring the scenery. Luggage in hand, her dark brown eyes scanned the area for anyone to tell her where to go. "Just smile, be polite and try not to look like an idiot", she kept repeating to herself in her head.

by **Shamsiyya** » Fri Oct 11, 2019 5:00 am

Folaisia wrote:Tabitha and Sarah:

Nathaniel R. Grimmond Hall

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Senga Brodie, in her nonchalance, walked into her classroom carrying bag containing her papers and laptop. However, her arrival conjured stares contaminated with inaudible whispers from several students from various desks, including silent chuckles. After settling herself, while humming the tune, she flips her long, blonde hair and walks to let her whole self face the class.

Malcolm MacHaffie, who's watching from the back row, turns a bit to another student on his right.

"Here it comes," he grinned.

As if it were a play, Senga inhaled, and threw her arms up into the air.

"Welcome, all," she announced, "to bonnie Psychology. Where we discover the mysteries and enigmas of the human mind."

Malcolm snickers as she begins to walk about the aisles.

"To single out any human behavior. To discern any radge-y idiosyncrasy," she shakes her fingers from both hands, "To find out why us humans act like what we are."

He then hides his grin as his stifled laugh grows louder.

"Especially, when one laughs like a sneaky tadger¹ who thinks funny to laugh at a teacher," she then said with a scornful visage as she loomed towards Malcolm in the eye.

"I'm sorry, teach," Malcolm replied with a straight face.

With that, Senga rose and proceeded to walk again.

"Holy shit," Malcolm whispered incredulously.

Nermin:

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Eager as a young child, the grey long-haired Irvine Sangster strolled in his classroom with an excited grin on his face. His introductory greeting exemplifies this enthusiasm, as his rendition of "hullo" conveyed a singsong tone.

"Well," he then clapped his hands as he stood, "welcome, welcome, welcome! I'm Irvine Sangster and this is Algebra I, and if you have the wrong kind of math, you can be free to leave."

He stops talking with his hands clasped together. Silence befalls.

"Alright, then! So, let me introduce myself a wee bit more, then we'll go over the course plan and we'll touch upon our first topic."

He turns on the projector to reveal a presentation slide about more of his background.

"Now, I currently hold a Ph.D. in Applied Mathematical and Computational Sciences. That being said, I teach not only at this school, but at nearby U. D. Grangemouth, where I do research. Also, to any of you applying for universities right now, if you're looking for a tertiary institution with a robust program in STEM without ever having to move to another region, I would recommend this university. Anyways, to showcase for a wee bit, I've done my thesis on multivariable calculus and its applications on economics as displayed here, so if you're interested, feel free to read it, and possibly utilize it for a way to crash the stock market," he then giggled, "But hey, I don't want to be blamed for breeding criminals, am I right?

"Anyways, I also teach this class in 7th period, Algebra II in 1st and 3rd, Pre-Calculus in 4th and Calculus in 5th. I know. You may call me one hell of a crackie², but I just love math to pure death. And if you're willing to see me again, well, be my bonnie guest."

He took a breath. Afterwards, he discussed the course plan and touched upon the topics for today: the history of Algebra, introduction to variables, substitution and evaluating expressions and combining like terms.

1. Tadger = an annoying person (Original Scots slang)
2. Crackie = a person who abuses cocaine (Folaisian Scots slang)
3. Bahoochie = bottom (Original Scots slang)
4. Scunnered = exhausted (Ditto)

Nathaniel R. Grimmond Hall.
As soon as Tabitha had taken her seat, she did notice at once, how her fellow students began to stare at the surprisingly young teacher named Senga Brodie, who was running the Psychology class, with some whispers and some guy announcing, "Here it comes!", as she entered.
And it came. Miss (or Missus?) Brodie announced the beginning of her class, as if it were part of some play, the aisles being her stage - most certainly the reason why the other students, some of whom were likely to already know her, were staring and whispering.
The lad who had announced her arrival a minute ago couldn't help but laughed - which got instantly reacted to by a special note to him, combined with a scornful glance that could have turned the Al'ardu Sahl Desert into boreal ice plains in no time. Luckily, Tabitha managed to hide her grin, and she abruptly turned straight again, as the guy apologized.
Legends had it, that many professionals at psychology were such professional at it for a certain reason ...
Be it as it may - Tabitha would give her best concentrating on what she was being taught and taking notes on it - in best case, without grinning.

Irvine Sangster's class.
Irvine Sangster was an elderly teacher with long, grey hair and a pair of glasses, and when he strolled into the classroom, one could already see, that he was a lot of an enthusiast. Nermin guessed that at once - she knew her fellow STEM fetishists.
No one left when he told the students to do so in case anyone would turn out to be in the wrong course. Mr. Sangster introduced himself, teaching Applied Mathematical and Computational Sciences - not only in here, but also at the U. D. Grangemouth, a university not located too far away for potential applicants who wanted to study without having to leave their region - unless one was the one student in this class coming from Ninaoua, of course ... nonetheless, it sounded worth considering.
Nermin hat to grin when he presented his thesis on multivariable calculus and its applications on economics, and how wonderfully these pieces of information could be used to crash the stock market - followed by the obligatory disclaimer by a responsible teacher who didn't want to teach criminal skills to the students, which, at least according to Nermin's perception, sounded a bit like a man recommending instructions as to how to build a nuke in ten easy steps with the note, that he had no influence on whatever the plans would be used for.
That he loved his subject like a 'crackie' didn't surprise her at all, though, and it also wasn't exactly beyond her, quite on the contrary.
The course plan got discussed, then the topics for today got touched, beginning with the history of Algebra (or Aljabr in Shamsiyyan, meaning 'the reunion of broken parts') and going over the essentials of it - Nermin felt in her own world again, well-aware how Tabitha and Amy would be despairing over the entire lesson except for the history part, if they were here, the only variables being their math grades, as Tabitha had put it.

by **The Selkie** » Fri Oct 11, 2019 1:27 pm

Folaisia wrote:Moireach Kanahstatsi Hall

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From first impression, Donaldina Lennox seemed to incur a sense of apprehension among the class, even when a monitor would attract her attention. Her austere expression and hairstyle and the professionalism of her attire provided good reason, and her reputation as a grader would exacerbate the impression. However, as she faced the class, she gave off a peaceful smile.

"Hullo, all of you," she began, "and welcome to Folaisian Literature. This course will focus on the essence and scrutiny of this country's literature. Hopefully, you will enjoy the sensuality of imagination and understand the themes simultaneously of literary works authored by Folaisian writers ever since the nation's founding. And I quote from Boyd Docherty: 'expressing a theme through imagination is the pure bonnie form of thought to exist.' Now, let's go over the what we'll cover thoughout the year, and the grading."

Donaldina then elaborated upon the works to analyze in chronological order. For example, Odhran Jensen MacInroy's epistolary collection Journal of a Frontiersman was written in 1667, Cillian Tàmhas Cèampach's historical poem A Knight's Farewell, 1786, Mabel Sorcha Kennedy's novel Under the Wing Feather, 1891, Boyd Docherty's novel The Wolves Are Howling Again, 2000, and Annabelle Sutherland-Krsmanović's short story cycle Lily and Mirjana, 2010. Afterwards, the grading: essays are 20% of the grade, midterms 30%, literary worksheets 10%, and the final exam 40%.

"So, grading essays. Here's what I do when grading drafts that are submitted: whenever I catch a major mistake or more, I will mark it as an NA, or No Award. This may make me look like a wicked bitch who likes to see students suffer in some of your eyes, if not all, but I assure you, this is not to make you feel like you're at the bahoochie³. This is so that you can be motivated to find your mistakes in an instant. Remember that. And when it comes to final grading of these essays, I will grade it based on how well you've polished it. And I hope that you'll make them as clear as a diamond that can blind you like the Second Coming of Christ Himself."

The students laughed, which made Donaldina continue with her lecture and introduce the literature of the 17th century.

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1. Tadger = an annoying person (Original Scots slang)
2. Crackie = a person who abuses cocaine (Folaisian Scots slang)
3. Bahoochie = bottom (Original Scots slang)
4. Scunnered = exhausted (Ditto)

Amy Laoch of the Tribe of Dundalk.
So, my first lesson around here was Folaisian Literature in the Moireach Kanahstatsi Hall. Our teacher was Mistress Donaldina Lennox, a mature woman - I knew, that if I Auntie Eithne saw her, my teacher would be in a swimsuit faster then she could blink and on some beach making a photoshoot.
Some of my fellow students looked apprehensive about her, but to me, she looked like a mature woman. Dependable and skilled in what she taught... and some other things, too.
As she introduced our subject, Folaisian Literature, I narrowed my eyes at one point. I made a mental note to ask this after the lesson was over.
A list of books followed, which I would get myself sooner rather then later, then grading, then essay grading. I loved to write, but I hated to write essays - although her metaphor was lost on me (not a Christian, remember?), I understood, that I rather put some effort into it.
Well... an introduction into 17th century Folaisian Literature followed, during which I made a lot of notes.
As the lesson had finished, I approached the teacher, a small smile on my lips, then cleared my throat as it was my turn. "Ma'am, a short question. In the beginning, you mentioned, that we would be looking at the works of Folaisian Writers since the founding of Folaisia, but what about those before that? Do they not warrant a look or two?" I let a beat pass. "And if I were to take a look at them, which book would you recommend?"

by **Kuronami** » Fri Oct 11, 2019 1:40 pm

Algebra II. Honestly, she wasn't the greatest at math but she wasn't terrible either. She usually got by with average to slightly above average scores in her math classes but this wasn't too bad she seemed to have a grasp on it. Hard to follow the lecture with the teacher's dialect, but she seemed to follow it enough with her notes and her own few quick practice problems she jotted down. Lucky numbers a bit easier compared to languages. She'd have to read over the syllabus later on her own time no doubt. polynomial arithmetic fairly simple where Algebra was concerned, adding like terms together. She did hers vertically, like when she learned basic arithmetic. Multiplying a bit trickier. Then polynomials came into play, okay tricky still but she kept up.

by **Enchanta** » Fri Oct 11, 2019 4:08 pm

Luckily, a nearby freshman had told her they were currently in 2nd period. She looked at her schedule, ah Algebra 2 with Ms.MacDougall. She walked to class swiftly, knowing she was late.
2nd period
She made it to class and sat in the 3rd row. Math wasn't her strong suit but it wasn't too difficult.

by **Danceria** » Mon Oct 14, 2019 7:36 pm

Larsa Solidor
~0900hrs
Shinty Field

“Huh, thought I could get away with my baby-face.” Larsa would smile, his accent would be well modulated, a slightly receded tenor. Yet in spite of this clearly blue-blooded origin, the boy was still playful in his teasing of his fellow upperclassmen. “But didn’t think the upperclassmen were so aged that their bones would creak…” he would offer a spare hand to carry the chairs that the young lass would have presently. “...If you don’t mind? I do not mean to condescend, but it’s typically polite for the gentleman to carry the chair for the lady...at least in Danceria.”

0915hrs: Period 2
Caelan F. MacKellaig Academic Center
Ms. MacDougall’s room

Larsa would be...perplexed would be the wrong word, and disappointed was too harsh a judgement. Indeed, he knew all too well the needs and responsibilities of adulthood, and such lessons for the aristocracy began as soon as he reached middle school. The math problems proved little difficulty for the young lad, having already been acquainted with algebra briefly in his previous two years of schooling.

by **Enchanta** » Fri Oct 18, 2019 8:55 pm

Danceria wrote:Larsa Solidor
~0900hrs
Shinty Field

“Huh, thought I could get away with my baby-face.” Larsa would smile, his accent would be well modulated, a slightly receded tenor. Yet in spite of this clearly blue-blooded origin, the boy was still playful in his teasing of his fellow upperclassmen. “But didn’t think the upperclassmen were so aged that their bones would creak…” he would offer a spare hand to carry the chairs that the young lass would have presently. “...If you don’t mind? I do not mean to condescend, but it’s typically polite for the gentleman to carry the chair for the lady...at least in Danceria.”

[i]0915hrs: Period 2
Caelan F. MacKellaig Academic Center
Ms. MacDougall’s room

Larsa would be...perplexed would be the wrong word, and disappointed was too harsh a judgement. Indeed, he knew all too well the needs and responsibilities of adulthood, and such lessons for the aristocracy began as soon as he reached middle school. The math problems proved little difficulty for the young lad, having already been acquainted with algebra briefly in his previous two years of schooling.

Amora noticed a man sitting by her who seemed to be having little difficulty with his work "Excuse me?", She somewhat whispered, "Can you help me with this problem?"

by **Folaisia** » Thu Oct 24, 2019 2:52 am

Océane tilted her head at Larsa's proposal, then let off a slight chuckle.

"Merci auph¹, but I can handle it just fine," she replied, "Not to condemn your politeness, but there are times when a lady can take care of things herself."

She then puts her chairs on the dolly.

"Anyways, I appreciate you, as an upperclassman, in helping us out. In fact, it's quite rare that some student like you would do such a thing. But, I imagine it's typical in Danceria for men like you to be polite towards other ladies, given what you've said."

Shamsiyya wrote:Nathaniel R. Grimmond Hall.
As soon as Tabitha had taken her seat, she did notice at once, how her fellow students began to stare at the surprisingly young teacher named Senga Brodie, who was running the Psychology class, with some whispers and some guy announcing, "Here it comes!", as she entered.
And it came. Miss (or Missus?) Brodie announced the beginning of her class, as if it were part of some play, the aisles being her stage - most certainly the reason why the other students, some of whom were likely to already know her, were staring and whispering.
The lad who had announced her arrival a minute ago couldn't help but laughed - which got instantly reacted to by a special note to him, combined with a scornful glance that could have turned the Al'ardu Sahl Desert into boreal ice plains in no time. Luckily, Tabitha managed to hide her grin, and she abruptly turned straight again, as the guy apologized.
Legends had it, that many professionals at psychology were such professional at it for a certain reason ...
Be it as it may - Tabitha would give her best concentrating on what she was being taught and taking notes on it - in best case, without grinning.

Irvine Sangster's class.
Irvine Sangster was an elderly teacher with long, grey hair and a pair of glasses, and when he strolled into the classroom, one could already see, that he was a lot of an enthusiast. Nermin guessed that at once - she knew her fellow STEM fetishists.
No one left when he told the students to do so in case anyone would turn out to be in the wrong course. Mr. Sangster introduced himself, teaching Applied Mathematical and Computational Sciences - not only in here, but also at the U. D. Grangemouth, a university not located too far away for potential applicants who wanted to study without having to leave their region - unless one was the one student in this class coming from Ninaoua, of course ... nonetheless, it sounded worth considering.
Nermin hat to grin when he presented his thesis on multivariable calculus and its applications on economics, and how wonderfully these pieces of information could be used to crash the stock market - followed by the obligatory disclaimer by a responsible teacher who didn't want to teach criminal skills to the students, which, at least according to Nermin's perception, sounded a bit like a man recommending instructions as to how to build a nuke in ten easy steps with the note, that he had no influence on whatever the plans would be used for.
That he loved his subject like a 'crackie' didn't surprise her at all, though, and it also wasn't exactly beyond her, quite on the contrary.
The course plan got discussed, then the topics for today got touched, beginning with the history of Algebra (or Aljabr in Shamsiyyan, meaning 'the reunion of broken parts') and going over the essentials of it - Nermin felt in her own world again, well-aware how Tabitha and Amy would be despairing over the entire lesson except for the history part, if they were here, the only variables being their math grades, as Tabitha had put it.

Tabitha and Sarah:

The first topic Senga touched upon was about Psychology and the Brain. Through her concise elaboration, the class had caught up with her well, despite her idiosyncratic demonstrations of either simulating brain activity or psychological behavior associated with the brain attracting several non-disruptive chuckles.

"So, in review," she states, "we can see here that the limbic system contributes to basic emotions, like fear and such. It is comprised of three main parts: the hippocampus, the amygdala, and the hypothalamus. The hippocampus is for the formation of, long-term memory, the amygdala the center for emotions and motivations, and the hypothalamus regulating the nervous sytem for contrlling sleep-wake cycles, respiration, and other autonomic responses. Any questions so far?"

Nermin:

Irvine's enthusiastic and sometimes fast-paced style of speaking threw off some students for a while. Even with Louisa Drummond, she did have to stop him a couple of times to catch up. However, the lesson went well, with the origins of Algebra elaborated upon and his proposed introductions taken care of.

"Now, what I want all of you to do are these sets of problems on page 22 of your textbooks," he indicated, "1-10 are pretty well easy for you all to tackle with, but problems 13, 17, 20-24, you might want to open your minds more on those. However, if you take time to understand the concepts behind them, you'll be able to figure them out in a fast jiffy. Ah, we have about four minutes left. So, any more questions before I let you all go?"

Donaldina's lecture went through smoothly. From the way she enunciated her points and words, the students seemed to feel complacent. At least, that's what is so.

Alongside her introduction to 17th century Folaisian Literature, the teacher then introduced the first author on the list: Odhran Jensen MacInroy. Aside from the personal details, MacInroy was a frontiersman and explorer who was chartered by the Scottish West India Company to lead an expedition further into the west of the Ohio River in hopes of future settlement and deals with more native tribes. On his sojourn, MacInroy wrote about his experiences and particular sights burned in his memory; from his writings, it has left a captivating effect on its readers, even towards literature enthusiasts, both young and old.

Close to the end of class, Donaldina gave out the assigned readings for Journal of a Frontiersman, which are Entries I-XI, due on Monday. Afterwards, at the sound of the recorded bell chime, the class was dismissed, save for one. The exchange student from the Selkielands, Amy, approached Donaldina with a curious question of whether or not pre-Folaisian literature would warrant a look or two, and a proposal to look into them.

Donaldina smiled.

"They are not required for this class, however, you can take a look at them at your own free time. In fact, as a preview, you could write about it in an extra credit essay assignment that's due later in the semester."

Lindsay continued her lecture on polynomial arithmetic, and she was discussing adding polynomials when she noticed an Enchantan exchange student arrive late.

"Take your seat, lassie," she replied nonchalantly, "And, um, put your luggage over there by that corner. Thanks."

From there, she continued on, giving practice problems for the students to try out for several minutes, but elaborating on their solutions. Then, after ending her lecture on polynomials and giving out an assignment consisting of problems 1-10, 13, 15, 20-22 and 23 from the required Harper-Milligan textbook, she exited her presentation on her laptop, and leaned on the podium with one hand holding one side of her head.

"So, how's your summer, everyone. Was it good? And do you wish for it to never end," she then asked with a grin.

1. Merci auph = Equivalent to Merci beaucoup (Folaisian French)

by **The Selkie** » Thu Oct 24, 2019 3:31 am

Amy Laoch of the Tribe of Dundalk.
I nodded.
"Sounds like a plan, then!", I said with a grin. "Thank you, Ma'am. I'll take my leave, then to..." I thought for a moment. "...Folaisian History, I think." I bowed my head in respect, like I would towards a teacher back home. "Thank you for the answer!"
The homework sounded like fun, too, but I would have to get the book first, I thought, as I turned and went away, towards my next period. Or did I have recess now?
Gods, this year would be weird, schools worked differently in the Free Lands... like, entirely differently. I quickly noted down the prospective assignment and gathered my things.
Well, let's see, what would happen next!

by **Folaisia** » Fri Oct 25, 2019 1:31 am

"Actually," Donaldina chimed as she packed her stuff, "we have recess right now. And I recommend getting shortbreads to give a wee bit of sugar for the day."

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