Post by Richard Stone on Mar 6, 2014 15:27:56 GMT -8
Richard Stone walked into his classroom and placed his briefcase on his desk. Opening the case, he pulled out a stack of papers and began to place one group of stabled papers on each of the desks in the room and then headed back to the front of the room where he opened the cupboard at the bottom of the bookshelf that the students were welcome to borrow books from and made sure that the box of books he needed was indeed still in there. Happy that the box was where he had left it, he closed the doors and left the box.
As the students started entering the room, he greeted them warmly and returned to his desk as he waited for the room to fill up and the bell to sound announcing the start of class - as Richard always made a habit of starting class as soon as the tardi-bell sounded.
As the bell sounded, the man rose to his feet, turned on the laptop on the desk as well as the projector and a picture appeared on the whiteboard with a quote under it:
On the other side of the board from he picture he wrote: 1. Where do you think this quote came from? Why do you think this? And 2. How is this picture of a sculpture connected to the quote? What details made you think this?
"Welcome, everyone." He finally addressed the class with a bright smile. "On your desk, you will have a copy of Shrouded in Myth, but for now I want you to ignore it and have a look at what's on the board. When you are ready, I want you to write down the questions I have put on the board and your answers to them. There are no right or wrong answers." He gave a half smile. "Well, within reason anyway. This is by no means silent work, so feel free to discuss your thoughts with the person sitting next to you."
As the students started entering the room, he greeted them warmly and returned to his desk as he waited for the room to fill up and the bell to sound announcing the start of class - as Richard always made a habit of starting class as soon as the tardi-bell sounded.
As the bell sounded, the man rose to his feet, turned on the laptop on the desk as well as the projector and a picture appeared on the whiteboard with a quote under it:
When Perseus grew up, Polydectes gave him a series of challenging tasks to complete. Armed with a sword made by the god Hermes, winged sandals, and a shiny bronze shield given to him by the goddess Athena, Perseus slew the dreaded monster Medusa. This hideous creature had writhing snakes for hair, elephant-like tusks for teeth, and blood-red eyes. Whoever looked at her was instantly turned to stone.
"Welcome, everyone." He finally addressed the class with a bright smile. "On your desk, you will have a copy of Shrouded in Myth, but for now I want you to ignore it and have a look at what's on the board. When you are ready, I want you to write down the questions I have put on the board and your answers to them. There are no right or wrong answers." He gave a half smile. "Well, within reason anyway. This is by no means silent work, so feel free to discuss your thoughts with the person sitting next to you."