Fan Fiction ❯ unFairy Tale ❯ mush tale:1 ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Sail 
welcome to lit 101...
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.04.2004 | Updated On: 09.19.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 936 | Visits: 416 | Status: Teaser
welcome to lit 101...
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.04.2004 | Updated On: 09.19.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 936 | Visits: 416 | Status: Teaser
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Unfinished Tales:
Chapter One.
He met her in one of his Literature 101 classes, the one in the big
conference rooms which his colleagues usually joke that there are
only two reasons students take the classes held there. One is because
the room is big and cool enough; it's almost natural that they fall
asleep. Two is that the professor handling the class is
'totally-to-die-for.' The second reason was in no way a means to
discredit his capabilities [there are only two professors who use the
said classroom, him and an aging lexicologist]. His merits as a
teacher [and writer] far exceed his looks, which is saying much. Too
much, really, he would say. He knows his physicality is above
average, but that isn't the measure of his capabilities.
Though that certain ideology really holds untrue for the
Lit. class 101 he handles . Most his students are female [nobody
really wonders why, but he does wonder over the preferences of his
male students] and the more physically endowed they are, the less
are their 'mental' resources. He wasn't one to judge abruptly but
most of the time he thinks that the brains of his students lack
enough water [or have too much water] in one hemisphere--the way
they cock their heads at him.
But he met here there in that big conference room class. Really,
met was not the word but he wouldn't have met her before when he
was calling the roll and his attention was on his notebook rather
than on the faces of his students. She was student number 18 in
his list, sits in the middles row, arguably the leader of the group
of girls who giggled every time the situation didn't call it. That
all he could tell from his notes and hearing her say 'present' [with
its respective giggle] reinforces the idea.
She had a real 'presence' when he was forced to do a discussion on a
literary topic [rather than a lecture, which he prefers] so that the
dean could hear how he handled the supposedly discussion group. He
picked the right topic for a class of girls, an easy one. He wouldn't
fail in at least getting a thought out answer to one of his questions.
"Last meeting, I asked you to read 'Into the Woods' for today's
discussion." Muffled yeses and groans and unintelligible grumble
pervaded the room.
...
It wasn't even nearing the middles of his class time, when he knew
that he most probably overestimated his students. It was making him
edgy that he started calling out names in his roll, asking them if
they still succumb to the fantasies of fairy tales when they started
in their teens, and then at that moment. The most thought out answer
he could get was a resounding 'eww' after it was mentioned that the
man-wolf did have sex with Little Red Rid Hood over her granny's
creaking bones.
So, he really wasn't expecting anything when it was her turn. "So,"
he searched for a name in his mind, but couldn't because he only
associated her with unrestraint giggles and the number eighteen. He
gestured at her with a hand instead. "You like fairy tales, still?"
"When I was a child, I loved them." She smiled at him and he thought
he was going to get another worthless spiel. "But now, even before
reading that Red Riding Hood version, I have lost my taste for
sweet-happily-ever-after stories."
He didn't speak, allowing her to continue.
" I think that after all the excitement, the adventures, the torture
of waiting and wanting, and all those dragons to be slain, there's
nothing more. The struggles, the essence of our lives, have been
exhausted. There's nothing else beyond the first kiss of the fairy
prince and princess, but a blank space."
"But there IS a 'happily ever after,'" a guy in front of her put in.
Helpful for the waning mental capabilities of the other students.
But he understands completely, he doesn't say much but he knew the
discussion would bow be more colorful [for the students and the dean].
"After they kiss, I mean, in the story," the guy added, suddenly
feeling wise.
"After all that rush to save each other, and all the issues resolved,
what's left to problematize? There's nothing, no more, beyond
happily-ever-after."
"Even happiness?" The girl beside her asked.
"Happiness only exists when there is a force which opposes it,
sadness."
He shifted to regain his role as facilitator. "So you don't believe
in 'happily ever after? Many people don't too. But let's analyze your
preceding idea..."
He knew that he won't get demoted for having a class of loony bin
rejects. He appreciated that one of his students is on her way to
thinking properly. But he didn't smile, nobody'd think he would, anyway.
[end chapter one]
*Into the Woods is a copyrighted story by (?).
Unfinished Tales:
Chapter One.
He met her in one of his Literature 101 classes, the one in the big
conference rooms which his colleagues usually joke that there are
only two reasons students take the classes held there. One is because
the room is big and cool enough; it's almost natural that they fall
asleep. Two is that the professor handling the class is
'totally-to-die-for.' The second reason was in no way a means to
discredit his capabilities [there are only two professors who use the
said classroom, him and an aging lexicologist]. His merits as a
teacher [and writer] far exceed his looks, which is saying much. Too
much, really, he would say. He knows his physicality is above
average, but that isn't the measure of his capabilities.
Though that certain ideology really holds untrue for the
Lit. class 101 he handles . Most his students are female [nobody
really wonders why, but he does wonder over the preferences of his
male students] and the more physically endowed they are, the less
are their 'mental' resources. He wasn't one to judge abruptly but
most of the time he thinks that the brains of his students lack
enough water [or have too much water] in one hemisphere--the way
they cock their heads at him.
But he met here there in that big conference room class. Really,
met was not the word but he wouldn't have met her before when he
was calling the roll and his attention was on his notebook rather
than on the faces of his students. She was student number 18 in
his list, sits in the middles row, arguably the leader of the group
of girls who giggled every time the situation didn't call it. That
all he could tell from his notes and hearing her say 'present' [with
its respective giggle] reinforces the idea.
She had a real 'presence' when he was forced to do a discussion on a
literary topic [rather than a lecture, which he prefers] so that the
dean could hear how he handled the supposedly discussion group. He
picked the right topic for a class of girls, an easy one. He wouldn't
fail in at least getting a thought out answer to one of his questions.
"Last meeting, I asked you to read 'Into the Woods' for today's
discussion." Muffled yeses and groans and unintelligible grumble
pervaded the room.
...
It wasn't even nearing the middles of his class time, when he knew
that he most probably overestimated his students. It was making him
edgy that he started calling out names in his roll, asking them if
they still succumb to the fantasies of fairy tales when they started
in their teens, and then at that moment. The most thought out answer
he could get was a resounding 'eww' after it was mentioned that the
man-wolf did have sex with Little Red Rid Hood over her granny's
creaking bones.
So, he really wasn't expecting anything when it was her turn. "So,"
he searched for a name in his mind, but couldn't because he only
associated her with unrestraint giggles and the number eighteen. He
gestured at her with a hand instead. "You like fairy tales, still?"
"When I was a child, I loved them." She smiled at him and he thought
he was going to get another worthless spiel. "But now, even before
reading that Red Riding Hood version, I have lost my taste for
sweet-happily-ever-after stories."
He didn't speak, allowing her to continue.
" I think that after all the excitement, the adventures, the torture
of waiting and wanting, and all those dragons to be slain, there's
nothing more. The struggles, the essence of our lives, have been
exhausted. There's nothing else beyond the first kiss of the fairy
prince and princess, but a blank space."
"But there IS a 'happily ever after,'" a guy in front of her put in.
Helpful for the waning mental capabilities of the other students.
But he understands completely, he doesn't say much but he knew the
discussion would bow be more colorful [for the students and the dean].
"After they kiss, I mean, in the story," the guy added, suddenly
feeling wise.
"After all that rush to save each other, and all the issues resolved,
what's left to problematize? There's nothing, no more, beyond
happily-ever-after."
"Even happiness?" The girl beside her asked.
"Happiness only exists when there is a force which opposes it,
sadness."
He shifted to regain his role as facilitator. "So you don't believe
in 'happily ever after? Many people don't too. But let's analyze your
preceding idea..."
He knew that he won't get demoted for having a class of loony bin
rejects. He appreciated that one of his students is on her way to
thinking properly. But he didn't smile, nobody'd think he would, anyway.
[end chapter one]
*Into the Woods is a copyrighted story by (?).