Post by Mary Andrews on Aug 4, 2008 0:32:28 GMT -5
((I realised I didn't have a profile for her))
Name: Mary Andrews
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: unknown
Position: English Teacher
Hometown: New York
Family: They are well to do sort of folk. Very proud of me. As they should be. With all the private schooling they gave me, it's no wonder I've turned out this way. And for them to look at me with a blank adoration in their eyes....Is the most apealing thing in the entire world.
Likes:
- rules
- discipline
- quiet nights with a good book and no noise.
- running a stricked school
- youth
- Knowledge
Dislikes:
- parties.
- roudy children.
- a messy room
- failure
- unrulyness and/or chaotic behavior
Personality:
I like the way I am. I run everything just as it should be with regulations and punishments. No second chances. You screw up, that's it... There is nothing more. It's how I was treated. Isn't that the way it is everywhere? I'm not one to let anyone get away with anything. One little toe out of line and you'll be in my office. It's as simple as that. So just don't screw around. I'm a deffinate no nonsence sort of person.
Appearance:
My looks.. .don't exactly reflect my personality. I have a pretty decently friendly smile and intense but caring eyes. My hair is a browninsh red colour and I have nice soft clear skin. I take well care of it of course. Sometimes my attire can vary. It depends on my mood really. Sometimes its stricktly business, other times it's business casual or more city friendly. Still I'm a woman when it comes down to it and sometimes sweats and a t-shirt are exactly what I go for. I wouldn't say I'm high mantinance, and it doesn't take me long to get ready. I just like looking ready for what ever comes my way.
History:
Life's a bit of a touchy subject for me. But I guess it always is. I never really saw my parents. They always had me in prep schools. After I was born I was the gleaming center of attention at my mother's parties. Some business folks just have parties to show off their new breif case. A ridiculous idea in my mind, but it happened. At age 5 they enrolled me into a private kindergarden. I did exceptional of course. With my parents drilling me to do better even then, I took on the mind set that everything could be improved. And to improve, you needed to be disciplined. To be punished for not trying harder.
When I was old enough to read novels or write stories, I took to the language and art of reading and writing like it were the last jug of water in the Sahara Desert. At 10 I was turning in papers that took half the stalk in paper on the printer before it was done. My little short stories were flawless. That was because I had analized the language so many times it was like Grammar was my middle name.
The love for english died when I was a sophmore in my "Gifted Child Preperatory School" Another one my parents picked out. It was about the seventh one I'd been to since grade 4. My Parents just couldn't decide which was better. To them.. there was always something better. Like something better to me. So I kept trying and when I presented my first short story to my parents, they smiled, flipped through the pages and said "That's nice dear... where's the rest of it." Naturally I was crushed.
But if you can't beat them, join them. So I decided my calling was in pushing others to be better. To be the best. Even if that didn't exist. They had to be better than the best. I had no choice in my schooling though. At least not where I went. They sent me to London to a very high ranked university. I majored in English and litterature. Top of my class but of course that wasn't good enough for my parents. But once I had my right to teach, I felt like I was unstoppable. Ready wip all of the children I came across in to shape.
.
Experience:
I taught at a community college for a little while. But once again the expectations of my parents was a little higher than that. Crawling through the food change at the college, I slowly made my way up to higher administration. Then I was called to CHA. It was a beautiful Brooklyn boarding school. And I was offered the job as headmistress. I had to take it obviously. It was better. The Best.
Hopes/Goals:
To be absolutly and truely loved. To teach, nurture and help students better themselves. To be wanted for who I am not for who I could achieve to be if I died trying.
Name: Mary Andrews
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: unknown
Position: English Teacher
Hometown: New York
Family: They are well to do sort of folk. Very proud of me. As they should be. With all the private schooling they gave me, it's no wonder I've turned out this way. And for them to look at me with a blank adoration in their eyes....Is the most apealing thing in the entire world.
Likes:
- rules
- discipline
- quiet nights with a good book and no noise.
- running a stricked school
- youth
- Knowledge
Dislikes:
- parties.
- roudy children.
- a messy room
- failure
- unrulyness and/or chaotic behavior
Personality:
I like the way I am. I run everything just as it should be with regulations and punishments. No second chances. You screw up, that's it... There is nothing more. It's how I was treated. Isn't that the way it is everywhere? I'm not one to let anyone get away with anything. One little toe out of line and you'll be in my office. It's as simple as that. So just don't screw around. I'm a deffinate no nonsence sort of person.
Appearance:
My looks.. .don't exactly reflect my personality. I have a pretty decently friendly smile and intense but caring eyes. My hair is a browninsh red colour and I have nice soft clear skin. I take well care of it of course. Sometimes my attire can vary. It depends on my mood really. Sometimes its stricktly business, other times it's business casual or more city friendly. Still I'm a woman when it comes down to it and sometimes sweats and a t-shirt are exactly what I go for. I wouldn't say I'm high mantinance, and it doesn't take me long to get ready. I just like looking ready for what ever comes my way.
History:
Life's a bit of a touchy subject for me. But I guess it always is. I never really saw my parents. They always had me in prep schools. After I was born I was the gleaming center of attention at my mother's parties. Some business folks just have parties to show off their new breif case. A ridiculous idea in my mind, but it happened. At age 5 they enrolled me into a private kindergarden. I did exceptional of course. With my parents drilling me to do better even then, I took on the mind set that everything could be improved. And to improve, you needed to be disciplined. To be punished for not trying harder.
When I was old enough to read novels or write stories, I took to the language and art of reading and writing like it were the last jug of water in the Sahara Desert. At 10 I was turning in papers that took half the stalk in paper on the printer before it was done. My little short stories were flawless. That was because I had analized the language so many times it was like Grammar was my middle name.
The love for english died when I was a sophmore in my "Gifted Child Preperatory School" Another one my parents picked out. It was about the seventh one I'd been to since grade 4. My Parents just couldn't decide which was better. To them.. there was always something better. Like something better to me. So I kept trying and when I presented my first short story to my parents, they smiled, flipped through the pages and said "That's nice dear... where's the rest of it." Naturally I was crushed.
But if you can't beat them, join them. So I decided my calling was in pushing others to be better. To be the best. Even if that didn't exist. They had to be better than the best. I had no choice in my schooling though. At least not where I went. They sent me to London to a very high ranked university. I majored in English and litterature. Top of my class but of course that wasn't good enough for my parents. But once I had my right to teach, I felt like I was unstoppable. Ready wip all of the children I came across in to shape.
.
Experience:
I taught at a community college for a little while. But once again the expectations of my parents was a little higher than that. Crawling through the food change at the college, I slowly made my way up to higher administration. Then I was called to CHA. It was a beautiful Brooklyn boarding school. And I was offered the job as headmistress. I had to take it obviously. It was better. The Best.
Hopes/Goals:
To be absolutly and truely loved. To teach, nurture and help students better themselves. To be wanted for who I am not for who I could achieve to be if I died trying.