it's like dancing in the moonlight (open) Dec 14, 2016 2:59:58 GMT -6
Post by matthew on Dec 14, 2016 2:59:58 GMT -6
Matthew Walker was well aware that most students found the subject he taught boring. He remembered the days where he dreaded going to the class quite well himself. Professor Binns was far from the most lively of teachers-- ha!-- and he had spent most of his own days doodling on the corners of his papers. Matthew can't even remember a time where he enjoyed the subject during school and a younger version of him would find it laughable he had the position he had now. But that was the amazing thing about history: One action could change the course of it. Finding one book that caught his attention in the middle of his seventh year of school had changed it all. Of course, by then he'd already quit the class but it set the course for the rest of his life.
Nearly twenty years later and here he was, three kids later, and a job in history. Teaching it. Him, a teacher, it was almost as laughable as he was at that moment-- Hands propped on his hips as he stared proudly at a bulletin and table he'd placed just outisde of the great hall. Matthew liked to pride himself in trying to make his class interesting. He knew the kids didn't care about old goblin wars-- he didn't really care about them himself, if he was honest-- but he understood the actions taken were important. And knowing history was more about the 'whys' of the occurences then the names and dates. He made sure they knew both, but he truly wanted him to understand it then just as some facts they'll get rid of the next day.
Which is exactly why he find moments like this some of his more ingenious moments. On the table sat three boxes and above each read three signs, each above a cooresponding box:
CHISTMAS PAST | CHRISTMAS PRESENT | CHRISTMAS YET TO COME
Then, above even that, was another sign. This one was decked out in glitter-- yes, glitter--each word painstakingly written in different varations of red and green with occasional silvers and golds. It read as follows:
Mmm. Whatcha say?
"A Christmas Carol" written by Charles Dickens. Published on December 19, 1843. A muggle novelist wrote a story of Ebenezer Scrooge a hateful man known as a "humbug" and with a lack of care for other people. He is visited by the three ghosts of Christmases past, present, and yet to come. He is shown the Christmas he lived, the lives he could have changed, and the poor end that awaited him. The story shows the transformation of a man when he realized he has the power to change his future if he started right then.
The power of history lies not in its facts but in our actions. I invite you to consider your own Christmas: The past, present, and the ones yet to come. What could you have changed? Where do you want it to be? You may reflect on this or, for those who wish, write down your thoughts and share. Have a happy Christmas season and please enjoy the cocoa!
...Because, ah, yes there was cocoa at one end of the table, too. With cookies. Between the two things he was sure it would catch the students attention. And while he hoped for some responses, the one thing he could really ask for if they would consider it even for a moment. It would be a success then, right?
Stepping forward the man grabbed a cookie for himself and took a nibble of it. "Mmph, delicious!" He exclaimed to himself giving a somewhat fond look to the treat in his hand. He'd asked his wife to make some, and there was no doubt they were hers-- Maybe the cookies were what was really worth it as he stepped away to pace the Entrance Hall with half glances towards his little setup.
notes: PLEASE feel free to talk to him or talk among yourself. or setfire to his setup. he might cry but
i mean he's a nerd dad pls feel free.