Welcome to GSD!

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Welcome to GSD!

Welcome to GSD!

 

No catagory of classes are more important than the other, and you will all be doing the same general activities. 

 

If you got mostly A's on your survey, read this letter (please). 

Hey students! 

Congratulations on getting into GSD, and welcome to Aim! This letter is proof that you have mad skills, a tolerance for weirdness, and (hopefully, because you're going to need it) an excessive amount of energy.

In Aim (the class led by yours truly), we ask the big questions, like; "Is fire a hazard or a tool?" "Are the cupcakes poisoned?" "Is it possible to split an arrow down the middle with a second arrow?" And "Who is more important, Snape or Buckbeak?"

For class, please remember to wear flexible (preferrably nonflammable) clothing, and bring a whole lot of enthusiasm. 

Can't wait to meet you!

Winston (GSD head trainer of Aim, etc., etc., etc.,)

P.S. The cupcakes are most certainly poisoned.  

 

If you received a majority of "B"s on your survey, please read this letter.  

Dear student,

  You have been accepted into the Griffinfeather School for the Determined. This letter alone is proof that you are strong, ambitious, and extremely bright. However, I accept nothing but the best from my students, and therefor expect all of you to keep up with our rigorous classes and extensive training. 

When attending class, please remember to follow rules that will be set for your own safety. Inflammable attire is a wise choice. Also, please take precautions against electrical shock when working in the robotics lab. 

You may have realized by now that you have very special talents that most people at your age do not even dream about practicing, let alone perfecting. Since you were accepted into "Build", that means that you are, to some degree, a strategist. You have the power to plan and create and take action. Even at your age, you can save, protect, and summon armies of creativity beyond your wildest dreams. It all starts in this school. You are the earth's future in more ways than you understand.

I look forward to seeing you in class. 

Sincerely, 

Sasha Night, Headmistriss of Griffinfeather School and leader of the "Build" training. 

P.S. When attending class, please remember to follow rules that will be set for your own safety. Inflammable attire is a wise choice. Also, please take precautions against electrical shock when working in the robotics lab. 

 

If you received mostly "C"s on your survey, please glance this way.

Hello students!

Congratulations on making it in to GSD, and more importantly, on being selected for the "Cabriole" training group. Here, we treat life as a dance; it escalates into tension, elongates into beauty, and falls back into patterns that are forever changing. You were chosen because you are a dreamer. You are a prodigious thinker and are full of art. You are more than welcome at this school and in these classes. The only rules are; no fudgeling, no smickering, and no coprolalia.

I await your arrival with eager anticipation.

Sincerely,

Miss Brunn, librarian and head of "Cabriole" training agglomeration.  

 

 

submitted by Rose bud
(July 13, 2017 - 1:59 pm)

Winston~

I can't help but grin as Farren catches the apple with practiced reflexes.

"On your head," I direct.

"What?" She holds up the apple, letting it touch her hair.

"Yes. That's it."

No sooner does she tentatively place the red fruit on her head then I draw back my arm and let the pencil fly from my hand. It hits the apple. pushing it onto the floor. Farren backs away, startled. At her feet, the apple rolls to a stop, the pencil peircing straight through its core. A few of the kids clap. 

"Now what's that your parents tell you? Practice makes perfect? Well, I've learned over the time that practice usually leads to violent explosions," I add as an afterthought, "but about 1/2 the time, practice does more help then harm. Which is why I've brought you to the most inflammable building on the campus to practice your skills. Don't be shy, everyone knows why your here. There's a closet over there," I pointed to a door to the left of the basketball goal, "that should contain all the junk you need." 

Everyone stares at me with wide eyes. I can almost here the crickets chirping.

"Well, gone on, I want to see what you've got." Slowly, the kids begin to spread out, looking at each other nervously. A couple head for the closet to peek inside. Gradually, the students begin to spread out, and the magic begins to happen.

Sasha~

I wait at my desk quietly until all the students have filed in. Alone, in the silence, I realize that my heartbeat has never quite slowed down since the shock of seeing...him...alive yesterday. It's okay, you can handle this. This is your dream, isn't it? Yes. Yes, teaching is my dream. 

Caden slides into his seat last, and I look up so quickly that the students in the front row start.

"Students, I am Sasha Night, your new teacher. Welcome to Build."  

submitted by Rose bud
(December 5, 2017 - 6:01 pm)