Obsessions [Kynthia and Zitacamron95]

[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."

[Kynthia]

From the day he was born Andrew Collins was bred for perfection. His mother was a homemaker with a masters degree in Sociology, and his father was a decorated marine. As he grew up Andy was pushed to the extreme in everything that took to his liking, and some things that weren't. His father treated home life like basic training, so the boy was up at four every morning from the time he was able to sleep in a toddler bed. His mother made sure that he met all of his milestones on time, and nurtured his emotional side. The result of this upbringing was an outstanding individual. Andrew was well mannered, soft spoken but direct, and could make a bed with hospital corners in a flash. The Collins' son was destined to be great, and absolutely no one was going to stand in his way. At the promising age of seventeen he was in his Junior year of high school, ever so close to graduation and to fulfilling his dreams, and the dreams of those who loved him.

Individuality was important to his mother, so despite the constant complaints of his father, Andrew had long brown hair that fell to the middle of his back. It was straight and soft, though he rarely wore it down. Gathered at the nape of his neck it hung in a horse tail down his spine. He was nearly six feet tall, standing at a proud 5' 11", a height that he certainly did not inherit from his petite mother. In fact, the only thing he got from his mother was his high Native American cheekbones. The rest of him was obviously his father's genetics with broad shoulders, a narrow waist and naturally pale skin, although he always sported a sun-tan from working outside. Lean muscled Andrew also happened to be one of the star athletes of the school. He was a record breaker in track, a running back in football and an avid golfer. He also was on the yearbook committee, and was the treasurer of student council. Adored by teachers and students alike, Andrew's way through his high school might as well have been paved with gold. That is, until he arrived.

The new Language Art's teacher was the bane of Andrew's existence. This man had the audacity to waltz into his school, and ruin his GPA. Andrew had gone from a perfect 4.0 his entire life to a devastating 3.5 due to the D he was receiving in Mr. Spencer's class. His mother was consoling when he brought home bad grade after bad grade, but his father was furious. Mr. Collin's couldn't decide if he should punish his son for tarnishing his perfect reputation, or if he should go over to the school and show this Mr. Spencer a little bit of the love that he'd shown the extremists during the war. Andy, despite his father and mother's constant comments, held onto the notion that this Mr. Spencer was jealous, and therefore had an agenda against him. One way or another though, Andy was going to get to the bottom of this asshole's mind, and grade book.

Normally up front and ready to participate in class, Andrew sat in the back of his afternoon language class. His mood took an obvious dive everyday after his lunch period, knowing he'd have to sit and listen to this arrogant ass stand and lecture. Arms crossed he sat brooding quietly as Mr. Spencer assigned the new writing assignment. An event that impacted his life greatly huh? Spinning the idea around in his brain he slowly settled on one, then got out his notebook. Putting his head down he reached back and pulled the hair tie out, letting his hair fall down over his left shoulder and shield him from the watchful eyes of his teacher. He furiously started writing, determined to not only get the grade in this class that he knew he deserved, but get back at Mr. Spencer while he was at it.

[Zitacamron95]

William's classroom stayed quite silent except for the occasional whisper, which Mr. Spencer did not mind. He was actually a little too busy in his own world to care what the students really did with their time, as long as the whole class wasn't disrupted by a few students. He decided to use this time to catch up with a bit of grading that he hadn't gotten done yet, he passed back a few essays that he had finally finished grading and just enjoyed the silence of his classroom. As he passed out a few of his papers he glanced at what some of the people were writing and didn't pay attention to the people that were pretending to write or were goofing off completely. He didn't expect to spend the time actually seeing anything particularly interesting that impacted someone's life, he knew that most of the students wouldn't be willing to actually talk about something incredibly major. He was certain that these groups of kids would find something that impacted them in a small way rather than something completely devastating.

The time went by slowly as everyone sat there quietly either staring at the blank walls or writing about something. William had been working on grading his papers and had gotten most of it done. When the bell rang though, to indicate class was over, Mr. Spencer jumped out of surprise. He had been so focused on what he had been doing that he didn't realize that he was even in the classroom. He heard the room erupt in laughter and he lightly laughed himself before he cleared his throat and glanced at the board, "I would like the rough draft done soon, and make sure to keep up with your reading, the thousand pages are due by the end of the semester." William said, "You may go, enjoy the rest of your day." William sighed as he watched the students leave to their next class. The day was almost over, and he was a little more thankful for that to be coming, since he was quite sure he'd be able to enjoy getting home early and enjoying his own free time.

The end of the day came around soon and William had finished reading another chapter of How To Kill a Mockingbird to his students, some of them already about to fall asleep a good few were actually interested in the story and the others just didn't want to be bad students. Mr. Spencer finished off the chapter as the bell rang, he closed the book and told the class to finish up the questions for that night and there would be a quiz over what had happened so far. The kids rushed out the door and William sighed happily as a small smile came to his face. He sat the book down on his desk with as much care as he gave to any of his books, they were all treated like they were priceless artifacts. He then glanced at the paperwork he still had to finish and knew that if he got it done fast he would be able to leave early and actually get some free time for himself that night.

[Kynthia]

The rest of Andrew's day went as well as could be expected, which was wonderful. In all his other classes he was his usual self, charismatic, sociable, and respectful. He was glad that he had Language in the middle of the day, rather than at the beginning or the end. This way, his school days always began well, and the ending cheered him up from the terrible experience of Mr. Spencer's class. Once the final bell rang he walked out to his car, sighing. The Yearbook meeting was cancelled, so he was just going to go home, and do his homework. His father would be expecting him, since he didn't have any practices today he and his dad had decided to do some PT when Andy got home from school.

Climbing in his car he tossed his school books in the backseat and started the car. The 1993 Camaro was in beautiful condition, it was a gift from his father for his 16th birthday. Andrew often spent his Sunday's taking care of his car, tinkering under the hood and giving it a wash and wax job from top to bottom. The drive home was uneventful, and as he pulled up into the garage he sighed again, his mind drifting back to school. Why did that teacher have to come and ruin everything for him now? He had colleges practically begging for him to attend their schools, would Mr. Spencer's tirade effect those offers? Andy certainly hoped not.

Getting out he locked the car, then opened the door. A loud woof and the thunder of heavy paws greeted him, followed by a two hundred pound dog slamming into his stomach. Used to the event, Andrew had braced himself for Sam's welcome. "Hey boy, who's a good boy?" Scratching the giant baby behind the ears he continued inside, listening for the sounds of his mother. She wasn't in the kitchen, so she was either napping or reading, either way he had no intention of disturbing her. He sprang up the stairs to his bedroom and got on the computer, prepared to type up the research paper that was due in his Biology course next week.