2nd Saun, 717
As her students walked into the lecture hall where she was going to be teaching them today, there were mutterings and questions. Faith stood behind her desk and watched them coming in, some of the students eyed the boxes on the large desk suspiciously, others sauntered in like they were quite calm and relaxed. It was interesting watching them, in truth, the swagger of some of them who were at heart insecure. Others who darted in shyly and seemed to be unsure whether they belonged. Some clutched their books like they were stopping them from drowning and others seemed to be just desperate not to be seen at all. But in they all came and Faith looked around the room.
Fifteen of them, not sixteen? Scanning the group she frowned slightly. "No Henry again?" One of the students at the front answered.
"He's quit, professor."
Faith frowned as she considered that and nodded. "I see. Thank you, Bernadette." Her memory for names was becoming something her students commented on and she noted that a few of them had swapped places again. She smiled to herself and said nothing. It wasn't something she advertised, but nor was she ashamed of it; it was her blessing from Vri which meant that she never forgot anything. It was really useful when it came to remembering student names.
"Good morning!" Faith said, as she watched them settling down. Projecting her voice was still something she found tricky, but at the end of the trial she had to do this the best she could and so she did. "This is your second and final season as Letter students, next season you will move on to your certificates. It isn't too soon to start thinking about that." Faith motioned to the chalk board where she had written the names of each of the levels of study, each of the final qualifications in a list.
"Letter. Certificate. Diploma," it was an odd thing, she thought, when she first started doing this, she'd been terrified. Now, this was her room, these were her students. Like her patients and that feeling she'd had when she first started practicing. These trials, she was more able to respond, to discuss and to not stick to the regimented and over-organized lesson plan but instead to go with what her students needed. "Charter, then Licentiate. I've been asked by Professor Carter, the Head of the Medicine Department, to speak to you about progression and how it works here. Then, we're going to do some more practical exercises."
Fifteen of them in the room, Faith moved over to one of the boxes which she opened and she took out a medium-sized bag. In the bag, which was black, were a number of other bags, small black pouches. She'd been more or less expecting the situation with Henry, so she'd put fifteen bags in there. There was another medium sized back, this one blue, which had small blue pouches in it, sixteen in total. But those were not needed to-trial and so handed the black bag to the student at the front.
"You know the drill," she said, with a smile. "You take out a small pouch. In there is a small coloured token. That determines who you are going to work with. Today, we have blue, green and red groups. " As they passed the bag around, Faith added, "You're going to be working in these groups for the whole time to-trial, so you might want to sit together. I'll explain first."
This trial, she explained, was going to split into two sections. First, they were going to talk about progression, the qualifications and what was expected at each one, then they were going to do a more practical exercise. "First things first. I want you, in your groups, to spend fifteen bits discussing the differences between the five levels of qualification, please." She had large rolled up bits of parchment, ready for them to make notes and got them to move into their groups first, then she handed out the large pieces. "Good. Fifteen bits, I'll make my way around the room." Turning the hourglass over, she nodded. "Begin."
Fifteen of them, not sixteen? Scanning the group she frowned slightly. "No Henry again?" One of the students at the front answered.
"He's quit, professor."
Faith frowned as she considered that and nodded. "I see. Thank you, Bernadette." Her memory for names was becoming something her students commented on and she noted that a few of them had swapped places again. She smiled to herself and said nothing. It wasn't something she advertised, but nor was she ashamed of it; it was her blessing from Vri which meant that she never forgot anything. It was really useful when it came to remembering student names.
"Good morning!" Faith said, as she watched them settling down. Projecting her voice was still something she found tricky, but at the end of the trial she had to do this the best she could and so she did. "This is your second and final season as Letter students, next season you will move on to your certificates. It isn't too soon to start thinking about that." Faith motioned to the chalk board where she had written the names of each of the levels of study, each of the final qualifications in a list.
"Letter. Certificate. Diploma," it was an odd thing, she thought, when she first started doing this, she'd been terrified. Now, this was her room, these were her students. Like her patients and that feeling she'd had when she first started practicing. These trials, she was more able to respond, to discuss and to not stick to the regimented and over-organized lesson plan but instead to go with what her students needed. "Charter, then Licentiate. I've been asked by Professor Carter, the Head of the Medicine Department, to speak to you about progression and how it works here. Then, we're going to do some more practical exercises."
Fifteen of them in the room, Faith moved over to one of the boxes which she opened and she took out a medium-sized bag. In the bag, which was black, were a number of other bags, small black pouches. She'd been more or less expecting the situation with Henry, so she'd put fifteen bags in there. There was another medium sized back, this one blue, which had small blue pouches in it, sixteen in total. But those were not needed to-trial and so handed the black bag to the student at the front.
"You know the drill," she said, with a smile. "You take out a small pouch. In there is a small coloured token. That determines who you are going to work with. Today, we have blue, green and red groups. " As they passed the bag around, Faith added, "You're going to be working in these groups for the whole time to-trial, so you might want to sit together. I'll explain first."
This trial, she explained, was going to split into two sections. First, they were going to talk about progression, the qualifications and what was expected at each one, then they were going to do a more practical exercise. "First things first. I want you, in your groups, to spend fifteen bits discussing the differences between the five levels of qualification, please." She had large rolled up bits of parchment, ready for them to make notes and got them to move into their groups first, then she handed out the large pieces. "Good. Fifteen bits, I'll make my way around the room." Turning the hourglass over, she nodded. "Begin."
