Post by Tobias Xayarath on Sept 11, 2015 10:02:07 GMT -8
Tux paused by the doubled foaling stall that he'd filled only the day before with his classes' newest members... The foals, of course. Not really students in the academy's eye. Right in that stage between foal and weanling, they still had access to substitute milk. After he'd checked to make sure that there was still plenty for the next hour, Tux moved on, checking into the next few stalls for the yearlings that he'd brought in. Usually they would be out in the pastures, romping around, but he needed them for the start of classes. After those were done, the students in his second class could let them out if they wanted, or he would get to it in time.
It was the only time he'd scheduled his classes to run back-to-back. But that was something he would discuss in their meetings, that one class would be meeting on Mondays, while the other would meet on Wednesdays. It would prevent the foals from being overworked on the days he introduced something new to the students, and would give everyone a chance to add in their out-of-class time whenever it fit into their schedules.
But the time was almost at hand. With a final pat for Lapin, he made his way towards the classroom, propping the door wide open after he'd entered. After a visit to the fridge, to retrieve his water bottle that he'd stowed there earlier, he made his way to the armchair at the front of the room, arguably 'the teacher's chair'. There, he waited, smiling and greeting the students as they entered, before he asked them to find a seat, any of the armchairs would do. His classes were small, having been on the cusp of being split, but he didn't mind in the slightest.
When all five of his students were present, Tux smiled and began, not bothering to rise. He didn't stand much on formality. They knew who he was, if only by the fact that he'd just told them to sit down, “Hello, all, welcome to foal handling. I'm Mr. Xayarath, Tux if you prefer. We're just going to go over basic rules briefly and then we'll go out and meet the foals and start the lesson.” That's when he got up, walking over to the whiteboard to write down the basics of the rules as he spoke.
“Use your common sense. There's no reason to be running, if you need to get my attention or the attention of Mr. Setliff, the barn manager, walk or use your cell phones.” He wrote his cell phone number in the corner, “Secondly, while assigned to you, these horses are not yours. The barn staff can and will ask you to step back if we see an issue. That being said, you are also going to be sharing foal assignments with my second class.” He paused, “In effect, you will be splitting your time between two foals, as will everyone else in the class. You will be assigned to two foals, a weanling and a yearling, so that we can approach different stages of the cycle. Try to stay in contact with your counterpart for each foal so that you can work out times together.” He considered again the possibility of just assigning two students to two foals, but then discarded it. They would learn cooperating with multiple people at some point, why not this class?
“Before we head out, are there any questions you may have about the foals, this class, or myself?”
It was the only time he'd scheduled his classes to run back-to-back. But that was something he would discuss in their meetings, that one class would be meeting on Mondays, while the other would meet on Wednesdays. It would prevent the foals from being overworked on the days he introduced something new to the students, and would give everyone a chance to add in their out-of-class time whenever it fit into their schedules.
But the time was almost at hand. With a final pat for Lapin, he made his way towards the classroom, propping the door wide open after he'd entered. After a visit to the fridge, to retrieve his water bottle that he'd stowed there earlier, he made his way to the armchair at the front of the room, arguably 'the teacher's chair'. There, he waited, smiling and greeting the students as they entered, before he asked them to find a seat, any of the armchairs would do. His classes were small, having been on the cusp of being split, but he didn't mind in the slightest.
When all five of his students were present, Tux smiled and began, not bothering to rise. He didn't stand much on formality. They knew who he was, if only by the fact that he'd just told them to sit down, “Hello, all, welcome to foal handling. I'm Mr. Xayarath, Tux if you prefer. We're just going to go over basic rules briefly and then we'll go out and meet the foals and start the lesson.” That's when he got up, walking over to the whiteboard to write down the basics of the rules as he spoke.
“Use your common sense. There's no reason to be running, if you need to get my attention or the attention of Mr. Setliff, the barn manager, walk or use your cell phones.” He wrote his cell phone number in the corner, “Secondly, while assigned to you, these horses are not yours. The barn staff can and will ask you to step back if we see an issue. That being said, you are also going to be sharing foal assignments with my second class.” He paused, “In effect, you will be splitting your time between two foals, as will everyone else in the class. You will be assigned to two foals, a weanling and a yearling, so that we can approach different stages of the cycle. Try to stay in contact with your counterpart for each foal so that you can work out times together.” He considered again the possibility of just assigning two students to two foals, but then discarded it. They would learn cooperating with multiple people at some point, why not this class?
“Before we head out, are there any questions you may have about the foals, this class, or myself?”