Post by artair on Aug 20, 2011 0:25:30 GMT -6
ARTAIR IAN MCKAY
FULL NAME: Artair Ian McKAy
BIRTHDATE: 30/11
AGE: Thirty-six
SUBJECT: Physical Education—if not, then science
YEARS TEACHING: Five years
YEARS AT BLACKWOOD: One year
HEALTH CONDITIONS: He’s healthy, but there may be not be completely healthy due to the fact that he smokes and drinks on occasion.
ADDITIONAL:
Artair does dye his hair orange at times, but most of the time he leaves it his natural brown colour. His body type is a cross between the mesomorph and endomorph, though he is leaning more to the mesomorph side. He usually comes off as a surly, loud, foul mouthed, penny pinching drunkard of a Scotsman, but he is very kind under his shell. He never says the kindest things, but he does show his kindness in his actions; that is, except for when a student is crying since tears are his greatest weakness. Artair will melt into a puddle when someone cries around him. Giving him sweets and/or chocolates will also give him this affect. He also plays the bagpipes. A lot; so be careful about that. He is also a fanatic about soccer, so if there is a team, he will most likely be coaching it (if it is okay).
“Why did you decide to go into teaching?”
It may sound strange, but it was something that always took my fancy. When you go to school for over twelve years, and then four or five more years of post-secondary schools it would be insane to want to go back, right? I mean, I tried to work as an accountant, and then a mall cop but those jobs ended terribly for me after a year of each. I was still young, and so I decided to go back to school to be a teacher. It was costly, yeah, but I’m pretty sure I can pay my mum back when I make the money. It’ll mean living on just bare necessities, but that’s fine. I mean, it’s not like the cost of living is going to cost most of what I earn, right?
“What can you offer the school?”
You have a large intimidating man who used to be a mall security guard applying for a job. What more do you want? I can actually get the kids to get their work handed in on time unless they want to face the (unconventional) consequences. If the students step out of line, you bet I’ll set them straight and keep them on that straight path. I won’t lay a hand on them; I’ll give them a much worse form of torture (or at least, that’s what I heard they are; I think they sound delightful). I can also give them some life lessons if they ask for it in a polite way. If not, I can teach them some manners, along with keeping them in line.
“Why do you want to work with troubled youth?”
I guess I could go on for quite some time about ‘why’, but there is only one reason; because I can connect with the kids. It’s not that hard, since I know they’ve done things they regret (or they should regret; why else would they be here if they weren’t) and I can say that I’ve done a few things that I did not regret in my past either. I mean, it’s nothing worth getting a criminal record for, but it was still something… I mean, if I didn’t do any stupid things, then why would I have these scars, right?
“How long have you been teaching? What subjects have you taught? Where was the last place you taught?”
I’ve been teaching for five years; ever since I left teacher’s college. I’ve bounced around quite a lot due to the fact that I am usually a substitute teacher for the first three years of my career before heading to Blackwood. I guess you can say that I am a Jack-of-All-Trades when it comes to teaching. Now I just need to master one of them. I’ve bounced around schools so much that they all seem the same to me, and I just gave them nicknames to help keep my memory.
“How do you project yourself to students? How do you think your coworkers will see you? How do you see yourself?”
Do you really want me to answer that? Look at me. I’m a full grown, large, 6’9” man who has a permanent smile on his face and looks like he can give a pretty hard beating; all the while wearing a kilt. With my wild, dishevel brown hair, I’d say I look like I stepped out of a wormhole and managed to get to the future somehow. The last time I checked, not many people liked to hang out with a man who looked like that. I have a feeling the students may not think I’m a fluffy kitten, and I know that my coworkers have a bit of dislike towards me. The newer students and staff would be intimidated, no doubt. I don’t give them any blame either. Spending time with me is like spending time with a porcupine on barbed wire over an active volcano. You need to understand me to not be irritated with or hate me. Once you get passed all of that and know what I am really like, I can be the world’s cutest teddy bear; a really big, crazy teddy bear with green eyes that will always be watching and judging.
“What is the worst decision you have made during your teaching career?”
Hah. What WASN’T the worst decision I’ve made during my teaching career may be a better question. I tend to have a list of the worst things I’ve done in order of how bad the items were, but when it comes to teaching everything is on the same level. If I had to pick one though, it would probably be threatening a student. Well, I guess the series of events leading up to that were pretty bad too… Yeah, I think I’m going to go with that, just to make things a little bit easier.
“Tell me a little about your life before coming to B.A.D.”
What’s there to tell? For the first few years of my life, I lived in a small town in Highlands of Scotland with only about eleven thousand people living there, so life was pretty quiet. I was the first of six children, and when I was two or three (about a toddler’s age), my family moved from that small town to Edinburgh. It was a pretty big shock when we first moved, since I was used to being in the quieter regions; but as time went by, I grew accustomed to the area.
My parents were good people, though they did have plenty of children. Even if they were good people, they cannot cheat death. Father died before my thirteenth birthday due to illness. Soon after that, it didn’t take long for me to start getting into trouble. There wasn’t anything TOO big to be worth mentioning (stealing candy from the local shops, drinking underage, getting into fights; things most boys did). I guess I did all those things because I wanted to feel like a man, and I wanted to make my da’ proud. Looking back at it though, I know he wouldn’t have been.
Anyways, by the time I got to be the age of sixteen or seventeen I was juggling school, two jobs, and family commitments already. I knew that I couldn’t let any of my siblings down, so I buckled down and started to work harder and fooled around less (though by then I barely fooled around anymore). In my spare time, I would either tutor others or I would be playing the bagpipes. It was usually the former that was done, rather than the latter.
One night though, I didn’t have anything to do so I decided to go meet some mates. We were all out drinking, laughing and lollygagging around in the streets before something big happened. I’m not sure who started it, but a fight occurred and knives were brought out. With most of us off our rockers, everything was a blur. The only thing I remember was that I was in pain, warm blood stained my face, and blackness.
When I came to, I realised that I was in the hospital, and my mates were all safe. We were all sporting matching scars, but we were all safe and alive (though some questioned how much time we really had left). Some of the guys claimed that they saw Heaven, but I didn’t see a thing.
When I was done with secondary school, my family decided to relocate to America; there, I decided to go into a post-secondary education. Even though at the time I wanted to go to teacher’s college, I decided to go to university for accounting. I must admit, I did fool around a lot more than study when I was in university, but I did pass and it was all that mattered.
The first year I got out of university, I managed to get work in an accounting firm. It didn’t work too well with me, so I quit and I decided to get work as a mall security. I saw a lot of kids that seemed to be following in my shoes with how they fooled around, but I couldn’t help them at all. They were just wasting their lives going in and out of stores and shoplifting, or vandalising property and other silly things.
When I couldn’t stand the job anymore, I quit and was staying home for quite some time. It wasn’t until my third youngest sister was preparing for college that I decided to go back to school with her. This time I was determined to go to teacher’s college. Four years later, I was out of school for a short while only to be thrown back in and being a teacher’s assistant for one year. After the year was done, I managed to get called in on various occasions to be the supply teacher for classes.
When I heard that Blackwood Academy for Delinquents had positions opened I applied, and here we are now. There really isn’t much to this Scots’ life, now is there?
ALIAS: Cam
HOW DID YOU FIND US? You advertised on one of the forums I was on. ^^
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