university daze

[tmuyo]

ooc: private thread...please enjoy but don't post unless u are who was invited.

ic:

a green field lays before me as i walk out from a dark forest....the light from the son is blinding and i stumble around a bit. a slow gust of wind moves past my face and suddenly my vision is returned. as i walk around in this utopian field i look behind me and the forest has vanished and looks like the field all around me. turning again to complete the circle, i see someone moving in the flowerbeds a good distance away. i continue on in that direction, seeming to close the gap faster than i should humanly be able to. i no longer see the person moving around. suddenly, a whisp of long blonde hair moves from my face and changes the scene as it passes. feeling startled i look around my new surroundings. a soft light peaks through the branches of a new forest...a gentle calm forest. a water fall poors into a pond surrounded by round glistening rocks. i notice the movement of the previous figure from the flowerbeds. it moves quickly and silently through the plants and shrubs to reach the top of the small waterfall. the figure leaps and i catch the features and form as the light passes over the body. shiny blonde hair trails the very female figure diving into the ever so blue pool. the woman has very fair clean skin from what i can see of her backside. her small pert butt at her hairs limit, trailing into her finely formed legs, calves and feet. she disappears into the water for what seems much too long... i move toward the still cool waters and abruptly the top of the woman's head peeks out and moves toward shore in my direction. i stand there uncertain...not knowing what i should do. her naked form moves from the water walking out slowly. water pouring off her smooth skin leaving no trace upon her...only her hair is wet. she moves toward me and i instinctively move toward her. i can now see that this woman is an elf, as her medium length ears poke out just a bit from her hair. i move to embrace her, as if ive done this all of my life....

"OW!" i cry out in confusion. the lecture hall around me bursts into an uproar and i know i've become the latest victim of professor peters. i look down at my notebook and see the piece of chalk ruining my dream....

"nice one professor peters...i didn't think you could get me all the way up here. mind if i keep this or would you like me to toss it back?"

the class laughs at my meager attempt to repay her for making an ass of me. i know have 500 or so people with my face burned into their heads and i should be the butt of just as many jokes for the duration of the quarter.

 

[Honey_B]

Margaret Peters

"... I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads
Full beautiful, a faery's child;
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look'd at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery's song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said-
I love thee true.

She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept, and sigh'd full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.

And there she lulled me asleep,
And there I dream'd-Ah! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dream'd
On the cold hill's side..."

Speaking of lulling people to sleep...

Margaret Peters stopped her reading of the Keats poem and picked up a piece of chalk. Flinging it with deadly accuracy, she hit the slumbering student directly on the head.

"Nice one, Professor Peters. I didn't think you could get me all the way up here. Mind if I keep this or would you like me to toss it back?"

Maggie felt the blood coloring her cheeks and she fought to control her temper. She could feel the eyes of the class, boring into her. She drew herself up to her full height and tossed her auburn curls, bristling at the lack of respect. Her blue eyes narrowed as she spoke in a low but penetrating voice that everyone in the classroom could hear.

"I suggest you bring that chalk down here when class has been dismissed, Mr. Scott. Until then, do your best to stay awake."

She finished reading, "La Belle Dame sans Merci." After an open discussion of the poem, she dismissed the class.

 

[tmuyo]

i could only sit there fuming about th personal lecture i knew i was going to recieve as she dismissed the class. the thought of writing a nasty comment on the board quickly passed as she actively searched for me in the crowd.

"shit," i mutter aloud. 'time to face the fucking music bub...,' is all that passed in my head before i got a look at two boiling blue orbs of electric hate staring right at me.

bowing down in an over dramatic way, "i present you with your weapon dear lady...now go harass someone else for the rest of the quarter." i walk at a normal pace toward the exit wondering if she's going to deliver any retribution for my smartass behavior. 'whatever,' i think to myself....

 

[Honey_B]

She watched him head towards the door. His utter insolence was insufferable. Maggie bit her lip, wishing she could do something. Of course, there wasn't. This was a college course, no principal to send a disrespectful student to.

Anger whelled up inside her. She reached for her attache case and opened it with a snap. Picking up her book of poetry, she considered chucking it at the back of Russel Scott. Might be the only way she could get the classics to have an impact on the callous student. The amusing thought caused Maggie to laugh a little. She threw the anthology into the bottom of her briefcase and piled in the rest of her papers.