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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2013 4:53:38 GMT
 @oliviadicosta Here you go. [x | It was essentially nonexistent in university. Whatever input was placed in your work would show in the results of the overall grade at the end of the semester. With this in mind, to what classes with professors that did allow extra credit, Julian took full advantage of. It was the only reason why he would stay after class to take practice exams with a couple other students in the room then review it for a few more points. Every little contribution counts.
A lot of the answers appeared to be circumstantial situations with multiple answers. As far as questions go on tests, the nineteen year old preferred answers where he could write out his answer. Those were the type of answers he could take full advantage of because he could explain in detail his output in information. His grade was pretty decent in Sociology but he knew he could put in more effort to do better. Hence why he took the time today to really get some studying done.
"Professor Di Costa," he called for the teacher, "What chapter is this question referring back to?" He lifted himself up from his table to his college instructor's desk. His mechanical pencil pointed gently at the question he was confused on.
"Is it chapter four or nine?" The better he had an understanding of what the question was asking then it made his time in class all the more easier. Professor Di Costa was one of those teachers many people tried to avoid because she wasn't an easy one to deal with. The blonde youth didn't find her difficult in the slightest. In fact, she was one of the few teachers that had any sense to her. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2013 16:50:38 GMT
i'd wait a lifetime, i'd wait for you Olivia sat behind her desk as she graded the latest batch of papers that had been turned into her this morning. Many of them were lacking proper sources or ample explanation to back up their thesis. It was probably her own fault for allowing them to choose a broad topic range and expect them to apply sociological terms and theories to it. Then again, she could not hand hold these young adults in her class. Olivia could only hand them the tools, teach them the terms and theories, and then see how they could apply them into real life situations. She was more than happy to help those that did not understand a particular chapter or theory, but she was not a mind reader. The papers were not dismal, which was a bright point. It was still the beginning of the semester, so there was time to improve.
A few students had requested extra credit and she did have a free period before her next class. She did not mind giving practice exams that helped to reiterate the material. There was also extra credit in partaking in these, since she would add extra points to the next test or paper to help the grade. Olivia had to say she disliked grading papers the most. Endless hours of correcting and adding comments that lead her to mind numbing boredom. It was a part of the job she could not shirk, though. Blue eyes flickered upward when her name was called, and she took a moment to blink the blurriness away. Julian Leventis. Ah, yes, one of her better students that actually made an attempt with this work.
Olivia glanced down to make sure the paper she was grading was not his. It was not, but she still turned it over to keep it from view. She would allow for no gossip to erupt in her class over a graded paper. She knew Julian would not gossip about such a thing, but it was better to be on the wary side. Her eyes zoned in on the question in particular and listened to his question. “Open your textbook to chapter four, section one. Look over the dimensions of intimacy. One of the concepts apply to that situation.”
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Notes: And I found my Sociology notebook to help with this~ LAIKA OF GS! |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2013 4:35:48 GMT
@oliviadicosta I can't remember anything from my sociology class when I had it. >.>;; | "Thank you, Ma'am." The fourth chapter and then look up the dimensions of intimacy. Sociology was an interesting class but many of the concepts when applying them to real life situations was a challenge. He nodded his head softly going back to his desk to look up the details he needed from the section Professor Di Costa instructed him to go to. The piles of paper that the strawberry pink haired woman had on her desk was absurd. It didn't elude his line of vision. He knew it was work but if he was in her position he would get bored pretty fast of grading student's papers.
The rest of the answer of the question he was stuck on was there. Unfortunately, he still didn't understand how the concept was applied on a vast scale as the question asked. "Professor," he called again. Some of the students looked up at the blonde as he tried to garner Olivia's attention. "I think I'm not the only one whose lost with this. It's the question referring to dimensions of intimacy." The students who heard him began nodding their heads in agreement. It was probably best if they listened in for a small lecture so everyone understood it.
"The dimensions of intimacy affect us on many levels. It affects us every day but how would that be something that applies on a large scale? Like how would it be involved in a massive population such as our city. Let's take Nova Athenis as an example." He felt a sudden swirl of butterflies tickling away his stomach. He spoke too much. Damn it, the nineteen year old felt like a total moron. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2013 14:36:19 GMT
i'd wait a lifetime, i'd wait for you Olivia smiled slightly at Julian before turning over the paper again. The next few minutes were spent reading over the paragraphs and absently making corrections in the margins for spelling errors, incorrect source formatting, and questions on how that quote would back up the main idea of that paragraph. She wondered if she was doing a decent job of teaching with how these papers were going so far. It was her first year, but now she knew what improvements had to be made. Perhaps a little hand holding would be necessary for the next chapter. Olivia was responsible for these students if they did not understand the material. It seemed simple to her, but she had studied the subject for how many years?
She glanced upward as she was called on again by Julian. Her head tilted and she looked to the blond with a quirked brow. It did allow her a break from grading papers, which she turned over again as a precaution. Oh, were there others not sure of the question? Blue eyes zoned in on the students that had also nodded along with Julian. Now there was a concept if there ever was one. Passing the responsibility of taking action because they were sure someone else would take care of it. “And none of you thought to ask before Julian did? I am here for a reason, and it’s not to sit here and look pretty,” she commented with a sardonic smile. A few of the students flinched or looked away guiltily at that.
Her red pen was placed down on her desk as she leaned back in her chair slightly. The question was not a bad one, and it could be confusing since intimacy was a concept thought to be shared by only two people. It had to be applied outside of the box, too. “You share a deep, emotional connection to your parents, Julian? If not, then perhaps a friend or even a girlfriend if you have one. You would share breadth, openness, and a depth towards them. Now, intimacy does not merely mean in the romantic sense, it is something to be shared with a relative or a friend,” she began. Pushing herself from her chair, she walked to stand before the class.
“How does it apply to Nova Athenis on a large scale? You share a level of intimacy with one person, but do you think of the relationships they share with another? It could be one person, or much more than one. Each person branches out to another and another until these concepts are shared by all to another person. Intimacy does not apply to one person with another person. It can be anyone we feel a connection with, and that in turn branches outward from person to person. Does that make sense?” Olivia leaned back against her desk as she surveyed her students.
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Notes: I totally BSed that lecture. -shot- LAIKA OF GS! |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2013 23:45:41 GMT
@oliviadicosta To be fair, it seemed legit to me! xD | Julian had to resist the urge to flinch at the question about having a deep, emotional connection with his parents. It wasn't that personal of a question but it didn't stop it from stinging. Professor Di Costa was trying to set examples to lead up to the deeper meaning behind the chapter. His pencil snatched into his palm gliding through the paper to scribble some notes to help him remember this. He wanted the best results out of taking his time to studying.
"Yeah, I believe I've got a better understanding to this," he nodded his head softly. Psychology and sociology were very similar, especially in this case discussing the finer details of intimacy in relationships. He could see that other students in the classroom were taking full advantage of this discussion. Writing down everything they understood now about their practice test. He needed to restrain himself from rolling his eyes. Some people were just lazy-asses.
For the rest of the time studying, he was capable of answering most of them, researching things he didn't grasp as quickly through the book. It was one of the reasons why he enjoyed the class. It challenged his capabilities and giving his abilities a chance to grow and improve. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2013 1:29:29 GMT
i'd wait a lifetime, i'd wait for you Olivia looked over her students as they began to write down notes. It would be nice if more than one of them had thought to ask her for help on these practice tests. The extra credit meant nothing if they did dismally on these tests and expected her to overlook that. If they were, then they were wasting their own time along with hers. Well, at least they were taking notes on her explanation, which was better than nothing. The brief break from grading papers was a welcome one, but she had to get these done by the end of the week. Olivia bit back a sigh before moving back to sit in her chair and turn over the nearly finished paper. One a couple more to go and she would have successfully resisted the urge to toss them all over an open flame. No, grading certainly was not her favorite aspect of teaching.
Time seemed to tick by as she waited for the students to finish their practice tests and hand them in to her. At least multiple choice allowed her to quickly look over which answers had been circled and mark how much extra credit they would receive for how many answers they had gotten correct. Olivia nearly sighed in relief when she made her final remark and she placed the graded papers into a folder and then back into her bag. “Alright, time is up. Bring the tests to me, and I’ll have them graded and marked for tomorrow’s class. If you have any questions for me about the grades, then I’ll be here after class,” she called out.
The scraping of chairs and shuffling papers marked the end of her free period and the time to go home for everyone. Olivia was quite content with going home and spending the rest of her day relaxing and not worrying about grading papers until tomorrow at least. She pushed herself out of her chair and turned to the black board to quickly erase what notes remained from the previous class. One of the janitors would wipe it down tonight or tomorrow morning before she arrived. Now she wondered what she wanted to have for dinner tonight.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2013 3:35:48 GMT
@oliviadicosta Sorry! I'm late. T_T | His mechanical pencil glided across the page. His eyes scanning through page after page in his textbook to look up key terms that pinpoint answers he needed. Many college kids thought that life at this time was one big party. Nothing to fear until later on down the road when the going got tough. No, Julian didn’t have it easy from the get go. The sunlight haired male had to work on a very strict timeline in order to play the cards of fate into his hands.
To keep a perfect grade point average, practice on his free time then continue playing small gigs in the evening. At least until he was making it big on actual stages or in the recording studio. It was only a matter of time before that became real. That was the hope he was holding onto.
Though before he knew it, the time was up for the test practices. Papers began shuffling up towards the front desk. Multiple tapping sounds of pencils placed down on the desks. Nodding his head, he took in a deep breath of air before getting out of his chair to turn in his paper as well. Soon afterwards, he wanted until the rest of the students were out of the classroom. This was the usual routine. He didn’t mind actually spending time after class with Professor Di Costa.
"Thank you for all of the help, Professor," he said gratefully, "Not many teachers out there bother handing out extra credit. It was either do well on tests or fail - no skin off of the professor's nose." Some people didn’t appreciate that was part of taking responsibility in college. Though he wasn’t going to condone those who go overboard to maintain perfect straight A, perfect attendance, little mister or miss perfects.
He wasn't a suck up. He just felt that out of most adults he knew in his life, his sociology professor was one of the few people he could talk to. Without having to feel like he was looked down upon or being treated like a child. |
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