Obsessions [Kynthia and Zitacamron95]
William Spencer was the new teacher at the school. Already, he had made his reputation as the least liked teacher, even though he was young, twenty six to be exact, and probably one of the best teachers in the school. He was sarcastic and students laughed at his jokes. The reason he was so hated though, was because of one student, one student that had gotten everything handed to him until now. He was finally given something that was too hard, and he got the grade that he deserved, there were other students that had done better and deserved better. Because of this though, William was shunned by quite a lot of students that adored this particular student so much because of how well he had done at school and how successful he was supposed to be. Apparently, Mr. Spencer had ruined everything for this kid, but that was just everyone being over dramatic. He never doubted that this student could do really well, and he had the potential to do well, but that all depended on how this student decided to take one failure. So far, William hadn't been disappointed, but things weren't getting much better yet. There was still a lot that this student had to improve on before he got the attention of this teacher.
Mr. Spencer was one of the Language Arts teachers, he taught plenty of different things in this one subject, he taught both Literature classes and writing classes. He was an English major that took reading and writing quite seriously. It had seemed though, that through his assignments he learned a lot about his students, and how much effort they were willing to put into their work. The people that put little effort into their work, got the grades they deserved, the people that actually took the class seriously were rewarded for their hard work. He was careful about everything he did and he graded pretty hard, some teachers agreed with him in his ways while others thought that he was a bit harsh on these students. He got to know the running and the way the school worked quite quickly and he already knew exactly what to expect out of every student. He was quite harsh with some of his policies, like the fact that he didn't take late work, or he did not offer extra credit and refused to give any.
William wasn't actually trying to be that unfair, or trying to be a jerk, he was just being who he was and teaching how he wanted to teach. There hadn't been a good complaint yet about his teaching methods and as far as he was concerned there wasn't going to be. He was abusing the students, he wasn't doing anything that he wasn't supposed to and he didn't target certain people and forced them to fail his class. He just did what he was used to doing and that was being the teacher he wanted to be. He had been ready for another day of being accused by the students for being a bad teacher or being too hard on them, though he knew that every single one of them could keep up with the homework he gave them and everything. He did every assignment himself first before giving it to the students and not only that, he added in a lot more time, gave students two days to finish every assignment and when they were expected to have a paper written they were given a week minimum with plenty of time in class to work on them.
Mr. Spencer walked into his class, it was right after lunch, he stood walked right to his desk and started to shuffle through his papers. His messy dark brown hair pointed in every direction, there was no way to stop it from doing that no matter how hard he tried. Even when his hair was trimmed short it looked messy, so he just allowed it to be messy and shaggy so at least it looked slightly nicer. He stood at about five foot eleven and was of a healthy build. He was also clean shaven, which made him look younger, but he was alright with that. His blue gray eyes swept over the few students that had arrived to class early and more arrived as groups continued to pour in before the bell rang to announce who was tardy. William had started to write what they were doing today in the neat handwriting he had that came with the years of practicing and changing his handwriting to make sure that it was not only legible, but appealing to the eye.
The bell then rang, and Mr. Spencer turned to the students, "Alright, we're starting another writing project." He stopped the moment he heard all the groans come from his classroom. He sighed, "I want to do a two to five page personal narrative, a paper that vividly tells me of a single event that had changed your life or even just impacted you greatly. You can write anything from the past four years. We'll spend today preparing for it, there will be three rough drafting days, two days to peer edit and three days to make the final copy." William started to hand out papers that asked questions for students to answer about this moment in their life, it asked questions like what emotion do you remember feeling most during this event? Where were you? Who were you with or were you alone? It asked for details on all five senses and even more then it finally asked the student to write introduction. "You have the rest of the time to work on this, you can ask me questions if you need help or for anything else. This is time to work quietly so be respectful and don't talk, please."