Multiverse Labyrinth Time

[grandtheftmecha]

Grades... grades... god, figuring out grades was annoying. Of course all the athletes got top marks, no problem, and the blatant slackers were easy enough to grade but the ones in between... what counted as enough participation for an A? Twenty years on the job wouldn't be enough to figure that out. Why even grade it? Wasn't giving kids a chance to get in shape the point of the class? As long she was keeping a bunch of teenagers from turning into blobs, Katina could care less whether or not they deserved an A or a B.

She took a break, cracking open a bottle of sports drink. "Maybe I'll just... put it off for Sunday night..." There was a family get together coming up on Saturday at her parents, just her, the two of them, her brother and his family. After she'd taught another session of the self-defense class she'd gotten started downtown... and worked out the new dribbling practice routine for the soccer team... when did her life get so hectic?

Her eyes wandered to a photo on her desk from last year - her and her dad smiling, a photo taken hastily in the chaos after the soccer team she helped coach won the state championships. Even if he didn't know much about soccer - she was the one who'd played in college after all - his general life advice always seemed to help. Maybe he could help her with her newest problem now. "Don't know what I'd do without you dad..."

[This is open for anyone in the GDF to tag with a Katina's-universe version of themselves. Obviously, you're either a fellow teacher bugging her in her office for something, or a student with a questions, or maybe one of her team members seeking advice, or even a student teacher she's training. If age-related issues seem like a problem... handwave 'em.]

Comments

[soylent-genki.livejournal.com]

*timid-sounding knocking on her office-door, even though it's open*

*judging from that and the edge of blue hair visible around the door, it's the soccer team manager*

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

[Said hair is pretty recognizable after all this time.]

It's open, c'mon in.

[soylent-genki.livejournal.com]

Um, good afternoon, coach.

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

Afternoon Kusuha.

[soylent-genki.livejournal.com]

Um...if you're not too busy, c-could I ask you to come look at something?

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

[...look at something? Something that she wasn't saying what? Hm.]

...sure, not really doing anything important.

[She shoves the paperwork aside and stands.]

[soylent-genki.livejournal.com]

Th-thank you...if you just want to, um, come this way...

[Kusuha leads the way in the direction of the gym. Nothing should be going on there by now...]

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

[Something with the equipment? No... Kusuha would've said as much.

Now she's getting suspicious, even if she is following.]

Sure, sure, I'm comin'.

Let's wait and see if I can get other "students" to tag this

[soylent-genki.livejournal.com]

[There's a banner in the gym. It says Omedetto "Congratulations, Coach," and there are a number of smiling students and a table with cake and sadly no alcohol under it. Kind of small in the big gym, but it's there.]

U-um...yeah. This is um...

[wetnoodleguy.livejournal.com]

[Hey, it's that total slacker who almost never attends PE, and when he does he pretends he's exercising while trying to do as little as possible!]

This is a surprise party for our beloved PE teacher! Now people, everyone together! "Ms Katina, you're totally awesome!"

[soylent-genki.livejournal.com]

[Kusuha and the oddly blurry chorus of other students join in with a "Ms Katina, you're totally awesome.]

Um, y-yeah, this was Tasuku's idea. We just, um, all wanted to show our appreciation.

Oh hey, this is a thing that is here.

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

[Katina just... stares for a moment. It's not like she really... did anything special... and it was Tasuku's idea? She... thought he couldn't stand her, really...]

I... this is...

[And any claims that she is tearing up at all will be met with shouted denials dammit!]

...thanks... everyone...

[aficklemistress.livejournal.com]

[have a student teacher, or something... since she's not really that old.]

Working on grades, Miss Tarask?

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

[She sighs and props her head in her hand.]

Yep... kind of...

[aficklemistress.livejournal.com]

...kind of?

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

It'd be more accurate to say that I've been staring at the wall and occasionally marking something down.

[aficklemistress.livejournal.com]

That's... no good. Your grades should be more accurate assessments of the students' performance.

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

This is both the easiest and the hardest class to grade at times.

[aficklemistress.livejournal.com]

That's true... but at least, it's usually easy to tell which students are putting in more effort than others.

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

The hard part is figuring out where to cut off one kid's mediocre effort from another's slightly worse.

[aficklemistress.livejournal.com]

Those performing like that just need more motivation.

Which a poor grade should give them.

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but I don't wanna tank any grades if they only sorta deserve it.

[aficklemistress.livejournal.com]

That's true, but you can't be afraid to give a gentle push.