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Post by JONATHAN AVERY HILL on Mar 24, 2010 5:28:04 GMT -5
 Jonathan rolled over his eyes looking at the red digits of his alarm clock. It was only four in the morning. He couldnt sleep. Hed been off and on all night. Today was his first day at his new school. Hed just moved a week ago, having transferred to this school. There had been an english position just opened up. One of the guys hed gone to school with had told him about it so hed called the school sent over his resume and not long after they called and told him he had the job. They had some residences for teachers which he thought would be perfect.
Jonathan had wanted to get to bed early not wanting to make a fool of himself for his first day though he knew that would be inevitable. New Teachers was just something that kids always felt the need to harrass and give a hard time to. Jonathan was hoping this would be different, but he wasnt holding anything to that hope. He rolled back over closing his eyes willing himself to sleep just a little bit longer.
He had no idea how long he had layed there, but it had felt like forever til he finally couldnt stand it any longer. Getting up he padded to his drawers pulling on his sweat pants and a hoodie. He then walked into the bathroom, relieved his bladder, brushed his teeth gargled mouthwash then headed back into his room.
Since he was up so early maybe hed go on a morning jog. He pulled on his shoes, tying them and then headed out. He jogged around the schools track a few times before heading back to his room. He needed to get ready for the day. God only knows with his luck he was up early but hed end up being late for class. Go first days!
First thing was first. He took a nice long hot shower, made sure he was freshly shaven. He dried himself off, got dressed and deodorized. From there he made his way into the kitchen made some toast and had a glass of orange juice along with a banana. Once he was finished he went back into the bathroom brushed his teeth again, combed his hair, made sure he had all he needed and then headed for the school buliding.
The school was fairly nice sized. The other day the principal had taken him on a tour and showed him where the rooms were where his room was and where the teachers lounge was. That of course was where he was headed. It was still quite early. He was surprised at how fast he had been this morning considering. He was wide awake of course. He felt tired, but his nerves were making him awake. He glanced at the building around him. It was a nice building, the structure was very school-ish.
Jonathan made his way down the hall and going up the steps. There were few people here, no students yet, mostly teachers and office personnel. He was certain that the principals secretary was giving him the eyes already. He just smiled politely to her. She was pretty with straight blond hair and green eyes. She has a nice figure dressed in a conservative outfit. He had talked to her the first time hed been there and within ten minutes she was already asking him about his personal life. Thankfully the principal had shown up through it.
When he found the door to the teachers lounge he walked in, no one else looked like they were in there. He moved over to the area with all the coffee and stuff. He wondered if they had tea there. It didnt take long, next to the coffee filters there was some tea packets. He poured himself a cup of hot water and then opened the packet dunking it in the hot water. He watched as it went from clear to a greenish color. It kind of looked a bit like swamp water, but he knew it would taste good. Hed grown up on tea. His mother never had soda in the house. she had coffee for dad but he only ever drank one or two cups. Jon had tried it when he was younger, but didnt like it and never drank it again.
Tasting it he felt satisfied with it and took the teabag out throwing it in the garbage and then moved over to a chair. He grabbed a newspaper that was sitting there and flipped it open, looking through it. It was an old paper from two days ago. Hed already seen this paper, but he figured it was the only paper there and he didnt want to just sit there.
Jon flipped towards the pages that had the games and found that the suduku game hadnt been messed with. Smiling a little to himself glad to have found something to pass the time he opened up his little briefcase thing and pulled out a pen. he leaned back and set his attention on the game in the paper. He normally liked to do the games in the paper. Sometimes it took him throughout the day to finish them, but they were a good way to exercise his brain he thought. get it going for the day.
As he did this he would randomly pick his glass up and take a drink. Sometimes he hated focusing on other things while drinking his tea cause then bed get distracted and his tea would go cold and cold tea never really tasted all that good. He hoped that the teachers used this place a lot because it was easy for him to get lost in these games and not realize how fast the time went. He didnt want to miss the bells and he thought that maybe if someone came in they would talk to him or make some kind of noise that would get him out of his concentration. Granted he could just try not to concentrate so hard, but that only lasted for as long as you could remember to do that. oh well... hed just have to make sure he listened for the bells.
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Post by BRADLEY WADE GLENN on Mar 24, 2010 21:35:21 GMT -5
 [ EVERYTHING'S SUPPOSED TO HAVE A HAPPY ENDING ]but the record keeps skipping and the needle keeps bending- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Most mornings went by pretty quick for Bradley. Back in the day he'd sleep until noon and hit the ground running. Now it seemed that he woke up way too early and hit the ground with more of a slow drag. Bradley wasn't willing to admit that he was way past his prime, though. He didn't want to admit fully that he was getting any older because that would just make it even more real. When Bradley's alarm clock went off at five he groaned, reaching over blindly to press the snooze button. There was silence for about ten minutes while Bradley just lay there. He wasn't really able to go back to sleep, but he was too dazed to really be woken up. When the alarm began to go off again he sat up, pushing a hand through his hair. Already Bradley could tell this morning would be rough. He sighed as he turned the radio part of his alarm clock on. Bradley liked listening to music in the mornings.
Bradley stood as he stretched his arms into the air. He felt pretty good. One thing Bradley had to get used to was the fact that when he stretched bones would pop. It was really quite annoying. This morning, though, there weren't as many pops as there usually were. The current song was bouncy and upbeat. Bradley kind of liked it, but he couldn't see that being anything he would do. He liked playing bouncy and upbeat stuff, but the lyrics seemed weak. Bradley was all about strong lyrics that could build someone up or break them down just as easily. He walked over toward his closet, humming along softly to the song. By the time the song had ended Bradley already had his usual style of clothing picked out: skinny jeans, boots, and a flannel button-up with the sleeves rolled half way up already. Bradley lay them on the bed as the new song was introduced.
Next we have a song by a group called Second Revelation with one of their many hit songs, The Weight of Her. All the way from Atlanta, GA SECOND REVELATION! The radio announcer said before a familiar tune began to play. Bradley froze, staring at the radio. ANOTHER ONE OF HIS SONGS! Bradley cursed silently. He wondered briefly if Alicia had given them the lyrics that he had mailed her. Bradley pushed a hand through his hair. He seriously thought about just calling out of work and pretending that he was sick. Bradley sighed. No, he couldn't let this defeat him. He licked his lips and decided that a hot shower had to be the best solution. Showers helped everything right? They just made problems go away?
Unfortunately, Bradley found out that they didn't. As he dried off and brushed his teeth he found himself thinking about how much he had really trusted those guys when they had been in the band together. Bradley had told them that there were some songs that he had never meant to put out there. He had written them for Alicia and he intended for her eyes to be the only other ones to see them. Though now... the intimate thing that Bradley hoped to share with only Alicia... was shared by the whole world. He eventually managed to get completely dressed. Bradley didn't remember anything about what he had done to get dressed... only that suddenly he was. Bradley made it out of his teacher dorm and headed toward the main building of the school. His mission was to be dawning a smile when he walked in as he usually did... as if nothing ever bothered him.
By the time Bradley reached the main building he did have a large smile on his face. Bradley didn't see the need in letting people know he actually had bad moods. He waved to a few people as he came in and finally headed toward the teacher's lounge. Bradley found that he liked it in there in the morning's. Sometimes the teacher's lounge was unbearable with how frightfully full it was. He often wondered if teachers should be able to take their breaks at the same time. Bradley usually just searched for other quiet places. He walked in to the teachers lounge, heading straight for the vending machines. God he loved that they had vending machines in the teacher's lounge. Bradley was glad that his back was turned to the other people in the room as he looked at the drink choices.
Bradley found himself wishing they had cocaine in Coca-Cola still. It was weird. Ten years had gone by since he had done any sort of hard drug, but after reading that article and then hearing that song on the radio... the urge hit him harder than ever. Bradley finally just went with the drink choice that didn't make him think of cocaine, which happened to be water. Bradley took the bottle of water and turned swiftly. His eyes fell suddenly on a guy he didn't quite recognize. Bradley figured that the guy was probably new. New people usually had a hard time adjusting to Lincoln for some reason. He knew that he had. Bradley didn't want this guy to have to be treated like he was when he first started. He walked directly to the table and sat down, placing his water right in front of him.
Well hello there. Bradley said with a smile. Not to sound forward or anything, but you've gotta be new. Bradley just couldn't stop the southern Georgia accent from slipping over his words. Just I ain't never seen you here. Figured I better come get acquainted, ya know?
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word count is up to 9 7 1
lyrics are by BUTCH WALKER
my notes are: :] lovely i'm excited
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Post by JONATHAN AVERY HILL on Mar 25, 2010 14:46:35 GMT -5
jonathan put numbers in the corners as he worked through the puzzle. He heard something vibrate and he stopped blinking a bit. He reached into each of his pockets not finding it. Pulling his briefcase thing up he searched through the pockets on there. Finally he found it. His phone was going off.
Hello.. hello hello hello.. he said as he flipped it open and brought it to his ear. When nothing came from the other end he frowned and pulled it away. HIs screen showed that he had one missed call. It had been his sister. With a slight frustrated sigh he hit call back.
Jonathan fixed his briefcase satchel thing, hooking the clip as he waited for someone to pick up. come on.. you just called. he muttered. Jonathan always got antsy when someone from back home called especially if it was his sister. Who knows what it could be about and what if something happened with dad.
Finally an answer.
Hey you called? oh.. hey mom. he sat up straighter. whats wrong with your phone... oh. okay. yeah... so.. whats... he stopped as his mother started to talk. She was going on about how his sister was in labor and they were all at the hospital. She was really happy about the baby though his sister wasnt married and the father wasnt around and that she wasnt sure if this was good for dad.
Ma, calm down. Its okay. Mary Ellen will be fine and so will dad. he told her. As always when talking to his mother his southern accent got stronger. Hed been pretty good about trying to talk more like the folks around here especially after how bad hed been picked on when hed first came here and was in school. He hadnt thought that it would be like that considering it was college but apparently some things just didnt change no matter what the school was. You could never really take out where you came from completely though and Jon had never wanted to. He liked where hed come from. kentucky had been hard to leave and it was all hed known, but the city was his calling for now.
His mother started to get emotional as they found out the birth had gone well, a little scare because the baby hadnt been breathing at first, but with a little bit of work he was fine. She said they hadnt thought of a name yet, but shed tell him when they found out. Throughout this Jonathan just nodded smiling a bit as he listened to his mother go on. He loved his mom and he really missed being back home at times like these.
Well ma thats great. Give mary my love and send pictures. Also give the little 'un a hug for me and tell 'im ill come see 'im soon.' he bit his lip as his mother started to go on about how she couldnt wait for him to give her some grandchildren. She said that he was going to be thirty soon and he still needed to find himself a nice girl to settle down with.
Jon tugged at his ear, he was sure his complexion was slightly pinkish. He was cursed with his moms complexion. Not completely though, whenever he colored it didnt get half as obvious as hers but he didnt think he should at all. H e was a guy for crying out loud.
Ma... he drew out. I know.. just.. school and i just started I dont think i can think about all that stuff right now. Let me get my feet settled okay.. he said. Hell he still had boxes that werent unpacked yet. He had what he needed out, but he hadnt gotten around to fully unpacking. He just wasnt sure if he should. With all that was going on, he didnt know if hed be able to stay fully even if he might want to.
Ma why dontcha get back to mary ellen and the others. Theres a baby ya need to hold ya know. Yes i know ma. I love you too. Ill call you when Im out of class okay... bye ma he shook his head with a fond, loving smile as he could just picture his mom right now. He pocketed his phone and then turned back to the paper before him.
Jon tried to get back to the puzzle but hed completely forgotten where hed been and now he couldnt concentrate. He would call later and talk to mary ellen. Congratulate her and then see how shes holding up. Sometimes his mother could get a little over bearing with her ideas. She just grew up old school and even if you tried to explain to her that times had changed it didnt exactly click. It was hard to teach old dogs new tricks. His knew his mom didnt mean it though and she wasnt horrible, not really all that forceful. He knew that once she looked at that baby the fact it had no daddy and mary ellen wasnt married well that wouldnt be nearly as important anymore.
Jonathan didnt have to worry too much about not concentrating because just then a new voice broke through his thoughts and he looked up with a slight startle to the person that was now in the room. He glanced around wondering when hed come in and if any others were there, but he didnt see anyone and he really didnt know when hed come in.
he looked back at the guy and shook his head. Naw not forward at all. I kind of.. scream new dont I? he asked. He noticed the accent and he was still kind of in his from the phone call. It was nice to hear someone else sound a little closer to home though he knew that wasnt exactly his home 'cent.
Jonathan might be an english teacher but hed never really been the type that corrected everyone english when they talked. His own english teachers used to do that to him all the time and he knew how annoying that was. Unless you were his student and in class then he didnt really call you on it. He figured as long as you were in english class then he would make sure you spoke it properly but he didnt always speak proper english himself either.
Jonathan gave him a nod and held his hand out. Jonathan Hill he said. New English teacher. he supplied. and you are? he asked brows raised.
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Post by BRADLEY WADE GLENN on Mar 25, 2010 20:39:09 GMT -5
[ EVERYTHING'S SUPPOSED TO HAVE A HAPPY ENDING ]but the record keeps skipping and the needle keeps bending- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was a really awkward thing to walk in on someone talking on their phone. There was a slight danger to it seeing that there was usually no telling what anyone would be talking about. Bradley, in his lifetime, had walked in on some pretty fucked up phone conversations. One conversation was a guy who was taking a shit in the stall next to Bradley. The guy had been going on and on about how he was having a hard day and all he got was shit from everyone. Bradley remember thinking, ‘that’s great; you’re getting it all out right now.’ Of course, Bradley’s pet peeve was people who talked on the phone in the bathroom. Bathrooms were meant for shitting and showers not phone conversations. This conversation at last seemed a little more on the pleasant side. It wasn’t like Bradley made it a point to listen in on people talking on the phone. Just sometimes they talked loud enough and Bradley could hear them. There was absolutely nothing wrong with that. At least Bradley didn’t think there was anything wrong with that. He was just overhearing stuff. More than likely overhearing stuff that wasn’t even too important.
Bradley thought for a moment as he listened to the guy speak. His accent was unusual even for Bradley, though he was quite positive that he had heard it before. Bradley racked his mind as he picked out a drink. As soon as Bradley heard the guy say ‘I love you too’ and end the conversation Bradley knew where he had heard that kind of accent before. He had done some touring around Louisville, Kentucky. Bradley had gotten close to kind of a down home girl. She was pretty interesting; though he was sure she only wanted to be around him so that she could sleep with a musician. The girl constantly hung on his arm (which was the most annoying thing ever) and said, “I loooooove you, Braaaadleeey” in possibly the most stereotypical country accent that she could muster. Bradley wrinkled his nose at the memory. That wasn’t the best part of Kentucky that he could probably remember. He was sure that he remembered it the most because he wanted to avoid it if he were to ever go to Kentucky again. That would probably be a really good idea.
Something else that caught Bradley’s attention was the fact that the guy had told his mother that he loved her too, which meant that his mother had to love him first. Bradley sighed at his next thoughts. He wished he had that kind of love with his family. After leaving home for the first time Bradley had to deal with the harsh realization that his parents really didn’t care for him all that much. Sure they wanted him to be successful… while he was living with them. He was positive that if someone were to ask his parents if they had a child, then they would plainly say no. Bradley was the black sheep, never to be spoken to. He often doubted that his parents ever loved him. They always forced him to attend those boring fondue parties where he would just be ignored. His father would drink every weekend, which would cause fights between his mother and father. It was all around a stressful existence. Bradley often wondered why he hadn’t thought to get out earlier. It took forever to raise the money, but didn’t take very long for him to realize he hadn’t raised enough.
Bradley snapped out of his thoughts about his family. That wasn’t something that he needed to think about. It was pretty convenient that there was a new guy sitting in the teacher’s lounge. Bradley had this thing where he liked to know everyone. He liked to know their stories. There was once a philosopher who said that to know someone was to know their stories. Bradley was very aware that few people knew him or knew his stories, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t want to learn about other people’s stories. Usually those were a lot less hurtful to him than his own were. That was the main reason why he decided to bother this guy. Bradley didn’t want to leave any stone unturned while he was at Lincoln. He figured that this guy would probably be having a hell of a time getting adjusted. When Bradley had first arrived at Lincoln he had the worst time getting used to things. After ten years he still had some bumps in the road.
From the top of your lungs. Bradley replied to the guy with a laugh. That’s not a bad thing… entirely. He tossed a playful wink before leaning back in his chair, his dark eyes moving down to his water. Bradley grinned, reaching out and shaking Jonathan’s hand. Howdy, Jonathan new English teacher, I’m Bradley Glenn not-so-new music studies teacher. Bradley waved his hand, Whatever the hell music studies encompasses anyway. I mean shit, after ten years I’m not even sure. Bradley just knew what his version of music studies entailed. No one had ever called him out on it so Bradley really just sort of went with the flow and did whatever came to his mind. It worked for the last ten years. Bradley didn’t see why it couldn’t last for ten more. Bradley was sort of worried about that thought, though. He wasn’t sure if he would be around Lincoln for another ten years. He had a bad habit of moving around.
this thread is tagged for JONATHAN
word count is up to 9 5 0
lyrics are by BUTCH WALKER
my notes are: :] lovely i'm excited
credit goes to BROOKE FROM CAUTION |
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Post by JONATHAN AVERY HILL on Mar 25, 2010 22:21:16 GMT -5
Jon laughed a bit and shook his head. mm.. i suppose the fact Im a new face also helps. he replied. Jonathan gave a small smile and dropped his gaze to the newspaper. no? Fresh meat huh? he asked giving another small hesitant laugh, his finger going up to rub the bone behind his ear. JOnathan folded the paper up. He wasnt a rude person he wasnt going to work on something else when he was in the middle of a conversation with someone. Jonathan put the pen in his mouth holding on to the back of it with his teeth as he made sure the paper was back in order and then folded in half. He took the pen from his mouth hooking the clip part of the bed into the news paper and then set it down on the table. feel free if you like, but its a couple days old. he offered to him.
Jon grinned as he shook his hand. His eyes catching the tattoos that were revealed beneath his sleeves. He hadnt noticed them before, mostly because he hadnt been looking except for now since they were in his viewpoint. His tattoos were interesting, he wondered what they meant or why hed gotten them. Most people had lots of pictures around, lots of clutter. He had pictures yes, but he also had one side covered in was it cheetah spots? He didnt know exactly. He even had an elvis tattoo. Hed never seen that before. Jon didnt have any tattoos of his own, though that didnt mean they didnt interest him depending on who they were on. This guy definitely made him curious.
Bradley had a nice handshake, strong but not crushing. Jonathan nodded in agreement. Bradley Glenn, not-so-new music studies teacher, pleasure to meet you. he said and then his brows rose. Ten years? wow... He never would have thought that. Music studies. Maybe he could see that. Really this guy didnt seem to fit the mold most teachers had. He studied him a bit. He had an edge about him too. It wasnt a bad edge just not something you'd associate a teacher with.
Ten years? You dont look all that old he said. He could see maybe mid to late thirties... okay yeah he supposed that would still be ten years. If he were that age hed have been working for ten years. He wished he could take back that comment. Now that he had thought of it, he figured his reply was kind of stupid. Oh well. Instead he reached forward running his fingers over the exposed part of Bradleys forearm where the tattoos were there. just your arms? he asked looking up at him, blue eyes curious.
what are their stories? he pulled his arm back again realizing what hed done. Sorry It was probably out of line. who likes to be randomly touched by another guy... colleague. Jonathan fell silent hoping to hell his cheeks were betraying his embarrassment. He reached ran a hand through his hair his hand falling to his ear as he kind of toyed with it before finally letting his hand drop to his lap, loosely hooking them together.
Jon wasnt normally a touchy guy like that. When he was back home he was, mostly because thats how his family was, but having been in chicago for while he learned that it wasnt the best thing to be like that. Jonathan didnt know what had caused him to do that with Bradley. He thought hed always kept himself in check with that stuff. Jon unhooked his fingers as he waited for Bradleys' replied or his words against his forwardness. His fingers drummed on his knee and he resisted the urge to hum.
I dont really know anything about music. he finally said. He knew he probably was really looking like a social reject right now to Bradley. He clearly sucked at first impressions. I mean i like it and stuff, but i cant play anything, i dont know how to read it or know names of songs or bands. he shrugged and gave a kind of half smile half smirk. Suppose im you're worst nightmare hmm? he reached forward picking his cup up and taking a drink from his tea. He needed to realx. The weird thing was, Jon actually felt comfortable around Bradley. So far anyway. Sure part of him was clearly mess of nerves, but they had just met what do you expect. He wasnt perfect.
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Post by BRADLEY WADE GLENN on Mar 27, 2010 0:49:01 GMT -5
[ EVERYTHING'S SUPPOSED TO HAVE A HAPPY ENDING ]but the record keeps skipping and the needle keeps bending- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - So far this guy was acting a lot better than most new people that came through. Bradley had seen some people come, experience their first week, then leave right after. Lincoln High really wasn’t for everyone on that note. The first week was usually the test of strength. Bradley figured if the teacher couldn’t cut a week at the school, then they didn’t need to be there in the first place. It was a tough place to be in, but conquering it was totally worth it. In the end Bradley was totally glad that he was able to make it through his first week. That Kinkead had been horrible, but whatever. Kinkead was nothing that Bradley couldn’t handle. It was all about just making the best out of an asshole. Bradley just mostly tried to ignore the guy. Sure staff meetings were a huge pain in the ass, but those were few and far between. He was sure there were staff meetings that he probably wasn’t invited to because Kinkead was much like the teachers who thought he wasn’t a real teacher.
Oh fresh meat is right. Bradley said with a laugh. No worries, though. I’m sure the other teachers will adore you. He wasn’t really sure, but it wasn’t like this other guy knew that. Bradley’s eyes fell on the news paper. He chuckled as he scanned over the crossword. I suck at crosswords unless they’re musically themes. Ooh, wait, seventeen across. Plant of Zeppelin is Robert. Bradley was actually kind of excited that he knew one. Any other ones and he would be completely lost. He wasn’t an English guy. Sure he used English with his writing, but he hardly veered away from what he already knew. He felt like he was starting to… get too old to start learning new things again. There was something about the expression about teaching old dogs new tricks that rang true for him.
Some guy had once said that a lot could be told about a man by his handshake. Bradley had a firm yet slightly withdrawn handshake. He figured that probably meant something, but he wasn’t much into trying to figure out what it meant. Bradley didn’t want to be one of those guys that were constantly looking too far into things. A handshake was a handshake, right? Bradley needed to stop trying to add meaning to things that had no meaning. More often than not that got him into a lot of trouble. He would be making that mistake too many times more. Bradley felt like he had a ton of bad habits that he needed to fix. The habit of adding meaning to everything was only one out of probably thousands that he’d need to fix in order to be the person that he wanted to be.
Bradley laughed when Jon said that he didn’t look that old. Really, some might have taken offense to that, but Bradley didn’t dwell on it. He was just glad that someone thought he was more youthful looking than he really was. My good man, you are much too kind. He said with a laugh, thought Bradley had no intention of sharing his true age. Like he wanted the new guy to know that he was forty years old and just sort of putzing around with a job teaching something that wasn’t even all that important to a student’s education. No way in hell was Bradley going to be parting with that kind of information. Besides, Bradley had this thing where he absolutely hated talking about himself. He couldn’t stand it. It was hard for him to talk about most things from his life. Bradley glanced down at his arms as Jon asked if it was just his arms. He laughed, shaking his head, Nope, got em all the way up to the shoulder, on the back, on my chest, and even got a tramp stamp if you can believe that.
Bradley tried not to think too much about how Jon was touching his arm. It only made him slightly uncomfortable, but he wouldn’t make a scene. When Jon asked about the stories of his tattoos Bradley smirked. Not many people cared to think that tattoos might have a story behind them. It impressed Bradley that Jon caught on that they might have a story behind them. As much as Bradley wanted to explain at that very moment, he didn’t know if he was ready to open up about some of them. You know, ask me that again after a little while and maybe I’ll give you some stories behind them. He said, seriously considering it. Bradley never really talked about his past. He all about learning about other people… not so much about other people learning about him. There were just some things that Bradley had to keep to himself.
My god, the worst of the worst of might nightmares. Bradley said jokingly. Kidding, but really, I might have to teach you some stuff while I can. He tossed a wink at Jon, though it was more of a playful wink than anything. Bradley thought about putting a plug out there and telling him not to listen to a band called Second Revelation. He decided against it, though. Bradley didn’t want to go around bringing that up.
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word count is up to 9 1 0
lyrics are by BUTCH WALKER
my notes are: sorry lol took so long for a crap reply
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Post by JONATHAN AVERY HILL on Mar 27, 2010 11:57:24 GMT -5
Jon laughed lightly. He never thought of people 'adoring' him. He tugged at his ear a bit. mm... so they're easy to get on their good sides? he asked with a small tilt of his head a slight grin touching his lips. Well hey if people were easy to get on with around here, maybe it wouldnt be so bad. His last place people were so hard about new teachers it wasnt even funny. They always gave you bad looks like you were invading on your turf. He didnt know what it was he needed to do for them to accept him. Thankfully he wasnt there very long, but now he was starting all over here. At least so far it looked as if he had one ally. Maybe. Either that or he was just being nice to say hi and would later be giving him hell for being a newbie.
Jon wasnt good about telling things about people. He definitely didnt have this whole psychological knowledge about the meanings behind things. He could try and think maybe someone with a weak handshake had no control but then they turn around and it seems they have all the control in the world. He was just horrible at reading tells or body actions or any of that other stuff. He'd be horrible as an interviewer or if he was stuck in situation where it meant life or death to read body language and stuff like that. He might as well just make it easy on the person and tell them to use him as target practice.
Jon laughed lightly. well... i believe so anyway. he told him resisting the urge to touch his ear again as he clasped them both in his lap readjusting how he was sitting just a little. mmm... well I've never seen a teacher with open tattoos like that. Its... refreshing maybe? Interesting... intriguing... you name it there it is. he kind of babbled, he was sure his face was at least slightly pink, his cheeks felt warm. nice. Make the first person that talks to him find out that hes an idiot. Though his brows rose as he thought about something he said. whats a tramp stamp? he asked. Hed never heard that term before, believe it or not. Though he had a feeling he probably shouldnt have asked. he wasnt sure. But hey he was curious. It... was a curse.
When Bradley said to ask him later, once he got to know him Jon nodded. He could understand and respect that. Clearly some of the stories were very personal though for someone getting something permanent on them he was sure it probably was going to be quite personal. He put it in his mind to be sure to ask in the future though he was sure he wouldnt forget ever. Besides they were visual and it was hard not to wonder about them.
Jon laughed at that and shook his head. yeah yeah yeah he unlaced his fingers and brought his elbows up to the table propping them on it. Well ill say I am a very willing student, so teach away. I cant guarantee how well i'll catch on but i will try my best he told him honestly. JOn wasnt the best and catching onto things like that, but hey he was willing to try. Music was big in a lot of peoples lives and it would be good to know a thing or two so he could relate more. Make friends better and maybe help people more. It would be nice. Maybe it could help him with the students as well or maybe hed learn a thing or two to help himself. People used music for a lot of things so why not.
Jon smiled to himself as he thought about it. He could get to know Bradley more and then hed definitely get to hear those stories about his tattoos. WHy not it sounded like a win win at least to him. What if he got on Bradleys nerves. He didnt want to mess up the first possible friend he might have here. That wouldnt do at all. Jon bit his lip a moment then mentally shook his head. naw. Things would be okay he had to stop worrying. This was a new school that means he was starting over and maybe this time it would be a lot better then last. Besides Bradley seemed really cool. Like the kind of guy youd want to be friends with if you were in a place you were unsure about. He was sure that he would help him out with anything he might need. Then again he was also a horrible judge in character and he could be completely misreading all of this. Oh well hed find out he was sure of it.
Jon turned his attention from his thoughts back to bradley a friendly smile on his face waiting to hear anythign else he might have to say.
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Post by BRADLEY WADE GLENN on Apr 2, 2010 15:06:45 GMT -5
[ EVERYTHING'S SUPPOSED TO HAVE A HAPPY ENDING ]but the record keeps skipping and the needle keeps bending- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Bradley knew he probably shouldn’t lie to the guy. Come on. With a principal like Henry Kinkead and other teachers like Carolyn what’s-her-face, well, he couldn’t say that it wouldn’t be hard. There were some teachers that just made things hard on the new people just because they could. Bradley didn’t agree with how they treated most new people. Then again, he supposed it did help with weeding out the men from the boys in that aspect. Bradley laughed, trying to add a softer edge to what he was about to say to the poor man. Now let me tell you, not every teacher will embrace your presence here. He said. Bradley glanced around the room to make sure that no one was listening in on them. He was never sure when people walked into the lounge and he didn’t want to be in the middle of talking about people when they did walk in. Admittedly some of them would love more than anything to give you hell. So, no, it won’t be easy. The key is just getting early support. Bradley knew from experience that having the right people on his side ensure that he would pretty much have his spot as a teacher until he did something completely stupid.
It wasn’t Bradley’s intention to scare the guy off just when he was first getting started. Bradley more or less just wanted the guy to think that he didn’t have to be afraid, but that it wouldn’t be easy either. He didn’t want to throw lies about this school being the easiest to adjust to. No, Bradley had done it once and he had hated it. His first year at the school had been miserable. He remembered that not only did some of the older teachers give him hell, but some of the students had as well. That was when Bradley knew that he had to ramp up his teacher status. Bradley chose, instead of being a boring teacher, to turn into the teacher that students actually wanted to go talk to. That persona has worked for Bradley for the last 9 years at least. He knew a lot of the teachers didn’t agree with it, but to hell with them. Bradley was all for teachers learning to develop their own teaching styles instead of allowing the older teachers to impose their will on the younger ones. He wasn’t going to be a part of that. Jonathan could come up with his own style and adjust according to the students.
When his hint about Robert Plant from Led Zeppelin for the crossword puzzle wasn’t acted on Bradley just assumed the guy was finished with the puzzle or already knew the answer. Oh well, wasn’t like it mattered much anyway. The conversation has since moved on to his tattoos and how rare it was for teachers to have open tattoos. Well, that was the truth. Bradley wasn’t exactly the average teacher, though. He didn’t really look, think, or act much like a stereotypical teacher. Hell that was okay with Bradley. Bradley wasn’t into being like everyone else. He just couldn’t see how everyone wanted to be just like someone else. Bradley just wanted to be like himself. If that wasn’t good enough for people, then fuck them. Conforming to social standards wasn’t necessarily his style. He did what he had to in order to keep his job, but beyond that he might as well be just as bad as the students. On weekends he was in clubs, drinking, smoking, and chatting it up with the fellas over a game of poker. There was nothing like being able to just be a teenager again over the weekend.
Bradley’s eyes widened when Jonathan asked what a tramp stamp was. How had a man his age not heard of it? Bradley was sure that they had been popular during his time. Well, oh well… Bradley shook his head slowly. Never thought I’d see the day I ran into a man who didn’t know what a tramp stamp was. Bradley laughed as he stood. He turned so that his back was to Jonathan. He un-tucked his shirt and pushed his suspenders down. Bradley pulled up his shirt a little and pulled down the band of his pants down just enough so that Jonathan could see the tattoo on his lower back. The tattoo was of a cassette tape. Across the top of the tape was written ‘ALICIA’S MIX’. Bradley turned back around, re-tucking his shirt without being embarrassed. He pulled up his suspenders as he finished tucking his shirt. He sat back down with a smirk. That is a tramp stamp. Any tattoo on the lower back.
Most tattoos did have stories behind them. The thing was that Bradley was more than sensitive about some of his. Some of them were just tattoos that he had gotten with different bands. Others held a more personal meaning to him. For instance, the tramp stamp on Bradley’s back was a personal one. He hadn’t told anyone behind that and the tattoo had lost him quite a few girls in his day. Bradley didn’t like that people had to be so anal about knowing everything. At least Jonathan was able to take that he didn’t really want to talk about it at the moment and run with it. When Jonathan said that he would be a willing student Bradley grinned. Well alright then He said with a laugh. Lesson number one, Mr. English, Bradley said as he leaned forward. Song writing has absolutely nothing to do with English. That’s a common misconception that I’ve had to argue with English teachers before. So when you listen to a song, suspend your knowledge of English and hear the lyrics. You hearin’ me? That’s one of the main things in being able to listen to and understand music.
this thread is tagged for JONATHAN
word count is up to 1 0 1 5
lyrics are by BUTCH WALKER
my notes are: FINALLY LOL!
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