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Post by Amber Jefferson on May 21, 2009 19:01:30 GMT -5
[tag Dr Adams]
Pushing through the double doors into the school, Amber made her way slowly down the hallway toward the office she had a feeling was soon to become quite familiar to her. She still could hardly believe what she had done the day before, amazed at her bravery, as well as her stupidity. It was nigh impossible to get out of the house as it was, she had only just managed the odd escape without getting in trouble, she couldn’t think how she had expected Phil and Sarah to be okay with her having extra tutoring outside school hours.
Rubbing her arm carefully, she winced as her fingers connected with the massive bruise she had sustained the night before when she had told her foster parents about meeting with her Physics teacher the following day. Of course, being as paranoid as they were about having their treatment of their foster child discovered, it was no surprise that they had been against the idea, but what could they do? Dr Adams would already be expecting her to meet with him, they couldn’t exactly refuse to allow her out of the house. It would only arouse suspicion if she didn’t show up when she had been so eager to take extra lessons to further her knowledge of the subject she seemed to have at least some level of aptitude for.
It had shocked her even more than her classmates when she had understood her first physics lesson of the year. She had never had any sort of scientific ability whatsoever, one of the main factors in her disbelief of Edward’s assertion that she could one day have a career in the medical profession. How could someone with no mathematical skill and even less talent in science ever hope to be a nurse, or even a doctor? So it had amazed her when, once it was shown to her in a practical light, as the purple blotch on her forehead reminded her, the entire lesson had made perfect sense to her. She had been so ecstatic about finding something she had a knack for, not to mention finding it strangely fascinating, that she had approached Dr Adams after class and asked if she could take extra lessons to supplement her regular classes.
Now, here she was, about to begin those lessons and yet she was moving as slowly as if she were on death row. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was making a huge mistake. Even after a year of living in Forks, she still had trouble trusting the adults of the town, other than Carlisle, and now she was willingly opting to spend extra time with one, against the wishes of her foster parents, to study even more than she already did. It was like an arachnophobic walking into an entomology museum and heading straight for the spider exhibit, picking up some fake spiderwebs on the way. Tucking her books under her arm as she reached the office, she raised her spare hand, holding her breath as she knocked lightly on the door, flinching as the sound echoed in the empty hallway. School hallways were always so creepy outside of normal hours, it made her nervous to be here after everyone had gone home.
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Trent Adams
New to Town
Human, Physics Teacher
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Post by Trent Adams on May 27, 2009 21:08:57 GMT -5
Trent was stood in his classroom, which he had transformed from a mundane room of chairs and desks, into a makeshift experimental lab. He was currently stood in front of his own desk, which had now had three Mac Books positioned on it, all linked up by thin, white cables. It may seem excessive to any passerby, but Trent was of the conviction that no man was complete without three state of the art computers (not including smart phones and palm pilots, which also had their separate uses). Behind him, in the middle of the room, he had shoved two desks up close to each other, allowing a funnel of ten centimetres exactly between them and had placed two chairs on each desk, one on top of the other to create some kind of strange structure.
He paused in his action as he quickly typed in a few commands for laptop A, which should trigger B, which meant that all he had to do was manually begin C, which would begin the entire loop. However, as he stood, bent over the keyboard, his brown eyes narrowed a little, trying to remember. That was the trouble with Dr. Adams, though, that despite his expansive mind, which could handle mental simultaneous equations, when he got excited about an experiment, he sometimes forgot about the more mundane side of life. He shook his head a little as he tried to recall what he was actually staying behind at the school for that day, and as to what had put him in the mind to do an experiment in potential energy.
“Ooh yes!” he announced, as he set the motions running on the computer and realised that the programming would work perfectly for its purpose. It was only a simple little experiment, really, he could even get the seniors to do it in the next class, but sometimes the simple ones gave him a schoolboy-like pleasure. He picked up a brick from his desk and then went to poise it between the two balanced chairs, which held it perfectly in place. Now all he had to do was stand next to the desk, remove the ruler than lodged it in place at the same time as booting the system and voila! Relative vibratory changes owing to transformation of potential to kinetic energy factoring air resistance and sideways motion.
However, just before the tip of his finger hit the ruler, which would begin the experiment, the thought hit him. "Oh!" he shouted to himself, lifting his hands and throwing them through his hair as he rushed out of the classroom. That was it! The girl, the one with the apple - Amber - she had asked for extra tutoring. Which meant that he was supposed to be... and well, he wasn't there, clearly. He took off at a run, breaking all the rules of the school to hurry down the corridors to his office, where, sure enough, the girl waited. Skidding to a halt, he gave her quite a sheepish look, first pulling the knot of his tie straight and then at his earlobe - nervous habit of his. "Amber, you're just in time - come on!" And with that he began to wander back down towards the classroom, hopefully with a new assistant in tow.
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Post by Amber Jefferson on Jun 23, 2009 15:08:03 GMT -5
(OOC- sorry it's so short! I just figured she probably wouldn't be able to say much until they'd slowed down when they got to the classroom lmao)
Suppressing an amused giggle, Amber watched as Dr Adams came skidding toward her, her fears immediately put at ease by the normality of the situation. He wasn’t looking at her as though she was wasting his time, more as though it was simply another class, exactly the way she had hoped to approach it. As she turned to follow him toward the classroom they would seemingly be using, she watched his posture, his gait and the general air of casualness that he gave off, relieved that he had been the one to teach the class in which she appeared to have found her niche. He reminded her as they walked of Edward and Carlisle and, to a certain extent, Mike. He was unassuming and yet had an enthusiasm for his work that was completely contagious. Surely someone so blatantly friendly and eager to teach couldn’t possibly be a danger.
“I hope you don’t mind me asking for these lessons, Dr. Adams” she called after him, barely able to keep up with his massive strides. “It’s just that I’m not really good at that many classes and I figured I should take advantage of finding one I actually understand” she added chuckling at the concept. Being good at a class that wasn’t English or music was something new indeed, and it did her ego no end of good to know that there might be something she was capable of comprehending that could come in useful in the future.
Jogging to bring herself level with him, slowing to a brisk walk a step or two behind his shoulder, she looked up at the veritable giant of a teacher. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, what are we going to be doing today?”
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Trent Adams
New to Town
Human, Physics Teacher
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Post by Trent Adams on Jul 10, 2009 20:45:42 GMT -5
Unmindful of the teenage student’s trouble keeping up with his long strides, Trent carried on at the same purposeful pace. He had an experiment (albeit a simple one) waiting for him in the physics lab and now he had the added bonus of an unexpected lab partner. Brilliant! He had already mislaid the information that would have told him that Amber wasn’t – or at least shouldn’t – have been unexpected at all, but that was the kind of thing that Trent’s expansive mind tended to forget. He glanced down to the brunette at his side as she spoke.
“Not at all,” he announced with a grin. As they rounded the corner of the corridor the rubber soles of his Converse squeaked on the polished floor, but he didn’t seem to notice. “It just means that now we’re partners! Besiiides… understanding physics is understanding the world. Like the tide that carries the oyster with you being the net to catch the oyster… which is the world…” he trailed off, intelligent brown eyes settling on the classroom door, distracted by the thought of the experiment at hand rather than sensing that his analogy was a tad convoluted.
Just three more long strides took Trent to the classroom door as Amber jogged up to his side and asked about the experiment. That bright, goofy grin returned to his face as he wrapped his hand (as long and thin as the rest of his body) around the door handle. “Tell me, Ms. Jefferson,” he said, his head raised with the impressive quiff point to the ceiling. “What do you know of potential energy?”
In a single, smooth movement, which seemed quite unlikely in a man so gangly, he threw the door open to reveal the physics lab. At first glance, the room looked as though it had been turned over or looted, with barely any of the furniture in its proper position. However, three state-of-the-art laptops lay whirring away to themselves on the teacher’s desk and the rest of the furniture was compiled into an odd looking structure complete with ruler, brick and apple. Trent rested his hazel eyes upon Amber, expectant of some kind of response.
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Post by Amber Jefferson on Jan 3, 2010 18:37:55 GMT -5
Amber’s brow furrowed as she tried to keep up with the teacher’s analogy, all the while attempting to do the same with his quick steps. It was all very complicated and by the time she had managed to muddle through what she thought was the intended meaning, he had already moved on to the topic at hand: their lesson. She was already feeling out of breath from simply trying to follow the train of thought she had apparently been thrown onto and the mere prospect of more of the same seemed overwhelming, but a sheer fascination in the subject the man beside her taught was more than enough to keep her from simply turning tail and bolting.
Thinking for a moment, as the door began to open, she bit her lip. The gentle pressure on the skin quickly ended however when she saw the room ahead of her and her jaw dropped. “I don’t really know anything about it, but I’d assume it’s the energy an object has stored in it, ready to be unleashed by some kind of catalyst. I’m not sure if that’s right, but that’s what it sounds like” she added with a slight, nervous giggle somewhat unlike her normal self. It was so unusual of her to be so...giggly, and it shocked her to find herself feeling the sense of ease around the odd teacher growing as she followed him into the classroom. It was complete chaos and she could barely recognise any kind of order anywhere, though one small area did have something that resembled it.
Stepping past him into the room, her mind oddly drawn to the strange setup ahead of her, she found herself completely engrossed in analysing the odd layout. She set her books on a table and walked slowly around the structure, running her eyes over the various components. It felt odd to feel her mind moving at such a rapid pace, but at the same time she loved the sensation of pushing herself to understand what she was looking at. It was so different from simply stagnating at home, doing nothing but chores and homework and waiting for the next day to begin. “Is it the brick?” she asked, pointing at it as she spoke, too fascinated to realise that she hadn’t explained her full meaning.
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