Listen to Teacher... (Jerry's Algebra Class)

[jerry]

Jerry awoke the next day with a mixture of feelings. He was unsure how he would like teaching especially students with...classic Disney cartoon characters crawling around inside their heads. It certainly will be strange. He even wondered if he could handle it. 'Of course you can handle it. With my help you can handle anything,' Scar's voice informed him. Jerry had to smile at that. Scar always seemed to know what to say to get Jerry's confidence back.

"You're right. Besides, it's not as if it's my first time teaching. I have taught many students math in the past. I can so do this. I..." Jerry confidently started only to stop and turn around, head lowered. "If it's not anyhing new then why do I have this...feeling that I'll fail," he whispered softly in worry. In his head, Scar chuckled softly. 'Don't worry, you got me, remember? You won't fail. Failure is not an option here. Look, it's simple really. You want your new students to love and respect you?' Scar's voice asked. Jerry nodded, already interested in Scar's help and advice despite his better judgement. "Of course!" 'Then you must rule them thru fear. Students respond well to intimadation and it'll make teaching them much easier as they'll all be too scared to act up,' Scar explained. Thinking about what Scar had just said, Jerry frowned. "But then wouldn't they be too scared to ask me questions?" Jerry asked. Scar would have smirked if he had his own body. "Precisely. After all, you don't want to be humiliated on your first day. Do you?" Scar asked. "You know what they are like towards new teachers," Scar reminded causing Jerry to wrinkle his nose in disgust. He knew all too well what Scar was referring to. "Yes, I do, the little brats," Jerry hissed, remembering his first teaching job and his first day teaching.

'Then we haven't a moment to lose. Quickly, I shall teach you exactly what to do and say, so it will not happen again,' Scar informed him with confidence. Jerry nodding, prepared himself to listen to Scar's advice. "Good. However, there is a slight...catch,' Scar started causing Jerry's heart to drop and his mouth went dry. He frowned. "What!? Hey, you never said there was going to be a catch!" 'Look, you want my help or not?' Scar growled to which Jerry's eyes fell to the ground in defeat and he merely nodded. Scar smiled inside Jerry's head. 'Good. As I was saing before I was so rudely interrupted. The...catch isn't much. You just have to let me take over...just at least during your classes and in this way we can effectively ensure no one will ever disrespect you...us,' Scar explained. Jerry thought a long moment. Scar did have a point and he did know how to control him, so he agreed.

"Oh fine. But, don't forget genius, you can't teach my class without me," Jerry coolly reminded, which seemed to impress Scar. 'Yeah, yeah, you're the number guy and I'm the assertive one. Together we should make a great team,' Scar said sarcastically. "And don't you forget it!" Jerry hissed back not appreciating Scar's sarcasm.

After his long conversation with Scar, Jerry got ready to head for the school. Wanting to make a good first day impression, he dressed semi-formally. Not exactly a full suit and tie, but he did dress nicely. In fact, just looking at him, you could never guess the villain lurking within.

Some time later after arriving at the school and at his class long before the students arrived...
Jerry sat all his stuff down on his new desk while he stuck some important papers inside the drawers. He was not a neat freak, but somehow amongst all the clutter he knew just where everything was and that's how he liked it. He knew no one will be able to find anything, but himself, giving him extra security. So in this way, he was messy on purpose. While he waited for his students to arrive, which according to the clock was any minute now, he wrote his name on the chalkboard where everyone could see. Unfortunately, writing was not Jerry's strong point, which probably showed in Jerry's rather messy writing. In fact, Jerry's writing sort of resembled that of a doctor's. You know the kind, the ones who always write prescriptions and one ends up having to squint and re-read it a couple of times just in case it said something else. Jerry snickered at Scar's plans for getting the students' attention.

[ray]

Ray walked calmly down the halls, taking his sweet, sweet time getting around the school while everyone else practically ran around as though their heads were cut off and they were on fire. Ray smirked at the image his insane little mind was giving him. It was hilarious! At last he shook the image away. 'Seriously, why can't people be more like me and just relax for a change? All they do is rush, rush, rush. It's exhausting, watching them.

He then glanced down at his schedule. He had just gotten thru with history, which was actually pretty interesting in its own right, telling of foreign places and all that. But, next he had Algebra. He couldn't help, but let out a disappointed grumble. 'Oh goody,' he thought, bored. 'I hate math. I just hope my teacher isn't some jerk off,' Ray thought as he made his way to the classroom. If only he knew just who his new math teacher was.

He stepped inside the classroom along with a few other students, murmuring amongst themselves. Ray took a long look around the room before he sat down. The room looked like a typical classroom. It had several student desks aligned evenly in a few rows, it had a large window to look out of, it had a small trash can near the room's door, a pencil sharpener located in the back of the room, the teacher's desk, and of course a chalkboard. Making his way across the room, Ray squinted hard at the chalkboard and frowned at the teacher's illegible writing. 'Oh boy,' Ray thought, 'just two minutes in and already he saw a problem. If he couldn't read his teacher's writing then how will he learn anything?' But, he decided to ask the teacher about it once class starts thinking it made more sense to wait. So, he made his way to the front of the room where he could see and sat down in one of desks at the front and there he waited for the teacher to address them.

[jerry]

Jerry and Scar watched boredly as some of their students walked in. 'Just look at 'em all! So carefree and...and innocent. Makes me sick,' Scar's voice told Jerry who merely nodded in response. 'I know, but there's not a whole lot we can do about it. We...we have to be here. We...have to teach this class. Who knows who all we'll run into here?' Jerry reminded the evil lion within. 'Don't worry, you'll get your revenge, in time. We just need to be patient and wait for those blasted, traitorous hyneas to make an appearence,' Jerry added. 'Do you think they will come...here?' Scar asked. 'No telling how old those little buggers' hosts are. But if anything Simba might come,' Jerry thought back. 'I can hardly wait,' Scar thought just as the last student sat down.

Just five minutes in and already the students were talking loudly amongst themselves in excited, high pitched voice causing Jerry to cringe due to his sensitive hearing. He just sort of casually rubbed his ear. Clearing his throat, Jerry spoke, "good afternoon students and welcome back to the academy. As you may have noticed..." But even as he said these words, he noticed they were all still talking and acted as if he had said nothing at all. Agitated, Jerry's eye began to twitch. 'Here. Allow me,' Scar told him from within his head. Desiring his students' to stop their yaking and wanting to be respected and heard, Jerry allowed Scar to take over. Well, his voice at least.

Humming, Jerry stalked over to the chalkboard and using Scar's claws, he scratched the chalkboard, making the most awful screetching sound and worst of all he did it slowly, hardly caring if anyone saw his claws. No doubt his students were covering their ears, praying for the sound to stop. When he finally reached the bottom of the chalkboard, he whipped around, his claws turned back into normal fingernails.

His piercing green eyes glared sharply back at his students. "I trust there won't be anymore interruptions?" Scar's voice hissed. Several of his students, looking horrorfied just slowly nodded their heads causing Jerry and Scar to just smile. "Good. Now as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted by a bunch of...kindergardeners because I'd hate to think that such raquet, such noise came from you juniors and seniors. Anyways, I am your new Algebra teacher, Jerry Sanders. I hope you have not forgotten what you learned last year from your former math teacher, but it matters not. I have decided to start you off easy. We will begin by learning polynomials. Isn't that exciting?" Scar's voice proclaimed with a slight smirk causing most of the students to groan. Scar was glad he didn't have to learn all this crap and that his host was going to do all the work while he got to do the fun part of intimidating all the students.

[marielefluer]

reserving this post for Marie Andre until June 16th.