Post by kat on Nov 27, 2010 20:06:12 GMT -6
NATHANIELALEXANDERMOORE
“Why did you decide to go into teaching?”
First off it's a family job. My mom was a teacher, my dad was a teacher, my grandma, on and on and on. It was kind of just predetermined. No one in the family ever asked me what I wanted to do they just assumed I was going to be a good little boy and follow in their footsteps and embrace their crappy salary. At first I tried to be all rebellious and tough but I still ended up gliding through college towards a teaching degree. Don't get me wrong, I love being a teacher but it would have been nice for someone to think I could have wanted to be something amazing like a doctor or a rocket scientist....or maybe an acrobat...that would've been cool. Anyway, that's about it. Family job, yep, terribly exciting.
“What can you offer the school?”
I can offer the school two oranges and possibly an apple. I swear one of these days I will be serious. Promise. Actually I can offer the school my teaching skills, obviously, no matter how terrible or wonderful they are. I think I can give the kids a class that won‘t make them rip their hair out or at least I hope that they don‘t want to rip their hair out in my class.
“Why do you want to work with troubled youth?”
I guess I couldn't cop out of this and say family job again, huh? Well after I got out of college I kind of decided to take up a little side job to keepy my friend company. That side job escalated and before you know it I was a full blown theft. And a good one too. I could unluck absolutely any door we came upon and could slide the wallet out of a overly observant man with their hand right near their precious pocket. Of course I wasn't that great and through a series of awful events I quit my illegal job and settled for something more conventional. Deciding to teach at this school was kind of easy, I just felt that I could connect better with the troubled kids then I could with the nice little angels in the regular schools. Besides if I stay around these kids it'll help remind me that I can't fall back into my other career.
“How long have you been teaching, what subjects have you taught, where was the last place you taught?”
I've been teaching for a lovely total of ten years, eleven counting student teaching. As for what i've taught, I've taught music and science. Not together ,of course, because I'm not some odd-ball trying to get a tv show. Or am I? Anyway, moving on. Before B.A.D I taught music at a school in New York. Now obviously I teach here at B.A.D.
“How do you project yourself to students? How do you think your co-workers will see you? How do you see you?”
Oh God, I‘m pretty sure they all think I‘m a nut case. I have a habit of not being able to stand still so I‘m my students are left with a teacher who bounces off the walls. Poor kids. As for my coworkers they either join in with my students opinions and think I‘m completely bonkers or think I‘m a jerk since I am not the best at communicating outside of the classroom. I lack people skills, oh well at least I dress professionally. I see myself...I don’t know.... I see a man who has some messy brown hair , and very boring brown eyes. It depends on if I‘m having a good day or a bad day. On good days I see a normal guy with a slight hyperactivity issue but on bad days I see a disappointment and a criminal who wasted part of his life.
“Worse decision you’ve made during your teaching career.”
Hmm well there was that one time with the duck tape and the bratty boy...just kidding. I‘ll be serious, the actual worst decision I‘ve made as a teacher would probably be the fact that when I first started teaching I let my mother con me into applying for a position at a really straight-laced private school. I got the job but I was fired pretty quick. Turns out there not really fond of teachers who can‘t sit still and teach straight from the book.
“Tell me a little about your life before B.A.D.”
My childhood was pretty normal. As I mentioned earlier they are both teachers so they were really active parents. Nothing exciting or tragic happened during my young years, I went to a nice little public school in New York which is where I was born and raised. I actually made outstanding grades, never made a B on my report card except for one in culinary class. I’m not the best cook. Even when I decided to embrace my rebellious side I didn’t make bad grades although I was in the office every week. That did not please my parents at all but it was fun. The biggest problem I had with school was that I had absolutely no people skills. Every time I opened my mouth I’d offend someone without meaning too. I’m really not good at knowing what will and will not offend people.
College was pretty mundane also but during my last year I somehow became best friends with this man named.....I actually don’t know his first name, I just always called him by his last name, Yates. Yates was a really crooked guy,, it was a miracle he didn’t fail or drop out of college, but he was my only friend so I stuck by him. He spent most of his time pick-pocketing the students and professors on campus and breaking into houses. Eventually I started tagging along after he whined about being lonely on the job. I didn’t mean to start stealing things myself but it was exciting how you could slide past a person and have their wallet tucked into your pocket in less than ten seconds. The houses were more nerve wracking I’d always flip out until Yates would yell at me to shut my trap.
After I graduated college and went through student teaching I ended up sticking around Yates instead of getting a real job and we perfected our skills. I lost track of how many people we robbed, of how many houses we‘d unlocked the doors too and crept inside. Then one day, almost nine years into my career as a criminal, it all came crashing down. We‘d just broken into a huge mansion whose owners were out of town. Or at least we‘d thought they were out of town. Apparently the wife got all frantic about leaving the cat at home so they‘d turned back around and decided to cancel their vacation. When Yates and I broke in they were all huddled in their living room watching some stupid Christmas special. I didn‘t even know Yates carried a gun but by the time the father of the family was running at us with a baseball bat Yates had pulled the gun out and shot straight through the man‘s chest. After that it was just one mass chaotic event. The wife screamed, the kids followed her actions and screeched their lungs out. Next thing I know Yates had silenced them all and we were left standing in the middle of a murder scene. We got away before the cops came but I turned Yates in a few days later. I loved Yates like a brother but I couldn‘t sleep knowing I was living with a murderer. I recieved my own punishment for being involved with him over the years but it was only a hefty sum of community service and a threat that I would instantly be in a jail cell if I ever fell back into crime.
I need a picture of a puppy or something to pull out of that pit of drama. Just imagine one. A tiny, fluffy pomeranian or one of those messed up mixes, the pom-poodles or whatever you call them. Well, that‘s my life before B.A.D. or most of it aside from my teaching years but those years are just as uneventful as my childhood.
Full name:Nathaniel Alexander Moore
D.O.B. and Age: July 20th, 1966, 44
Years Teaching: 10
Years at Blackwood: 4
Subject: Science
Health Issues: allergic to peanuts, smokes
Other: Tested negative for adhd but still has a problem sitting still and focusing.
D.O.B. and Age: July 20th, 1966, 44
Years Teaching: 10
Years at Blackwood: 4
Subject: Science
Health Issues: allergic to peanuts, smokes
Other: Tested negative for adhd but still has a problem sitting still and focusing.
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