Scheduling for Next Year (open to 3rd years through university students)
Upperclassmen had been sent home with pamphlets over spring break to think about their options for the next semester. Third year students could pick up an elective for their freshmen year, fourth years could pick up two electives as sophomores; those meetings tended to go the quickest. It was the meetings with fifth years and beyond that tended to take up the full 15 minutes alloted to them.
These students had to receive recommendations to take advanced classes, or opt to take electives. Last year Nathaniel Dawkins had tried to talk everyone out of taking magical crafting, if only because that class filled up so fast they had to open another section of it. He had their files arranged already; all the students signed up for time slots earlier in the week. Professors had already sent Dawkin's their recommendations; those had been read and placed among their academic transcripts.
The university students were another group altogether. They had to select a mentor and core focus for their fall semester and if they could look ahead and think about what they wanted in the spring as well. They'd need additional meetings later in the semester with their chosen mentor; thankfully that was out of Dawkin's hands.
Students would be wandering in and out of classes for their fifteen minute blocks, but this was the standard practice for this time of year. Dr. Dawkins was ready, about as ready as he ever was.
(OOC: starting this now because I'm inexplicably excited about it. Anyone can play Dawkins, you can play him yourself if you're so inclined (just don't expire all sessions when you logout of the faculty journal because you'll knock everyone else's log-ons off). Feel free to put your students in any day; time slots would go from 7:00 to 7:15, 7:15 to 7:30 and so on throughout the day; Dawkins might stay later on these days, so the cutoff will be 6pm. It's up to you how your students did and which advanced classes they'd be allowed to take)
These students had to receive recommendations to take advanced classes, or opt to take electives. Last year Nathaniel Dawkins had tried to talk everyone out of taking magical crafting, if only because that class filled up so fast they had to open another section of it. He had their files arranged already; all the students signed up for time slots earlier in the week. Professors had already sent Dawkin's their recommendations; those had been read and placed among their academic transcripts.
The university students were another group altogether. They had to select a mentor and core focus for their fall semester and if they could look ahead and think about what they wanted in the spring as well. They'd need additional meetings later in the semester with their chosen mentor; thankfully that was out of Dawkin's hands.
Students would be wandering in and out of classes for their fifteen minute blocks, but this was the standard practice for this time of year. Dr. Dawkins was ready, about as ready as he ever was.
(OOC: starting this now because I'm inexplicably excited about it. Anyone can play Dawkins, you can play him yourself if you're so inclined (just don't expire all sessions when you logout of the faculty journal because you'll knock everyone else's log-ons off). Feel free to put your students in any day; time slots would go from 7:00 to 7:15, 7:15 to 7:30 and so on throughout the day; Dawkins might stay later on these days, so the cutoff will be 6pm. It's up to you how your students did and which advanced classes they'd be allowed to take)
"Did you have something in particular that you wanted to study?"
"You seem to enjoy art," he noted. Hawthorne had taken the class three times. "You could certainly continue studying potions," he added; besides Wandless and Herbology it was the only advanced class the boy had taken. Morse seemed to be one of the few teachers who could keep Hawthorne under his thumb and wrote that he wouldn't mind mentoring him. The recommendation for wandless was that Hawthorne was a natural and didn't need further study.
"You could go back and continue your Herbology studies as well." He flicked through the pile to find the recommendation letter from Professor Holden. The reason Hawthorne didn't take Advanced Herbology II was because he was too much of a disruption in class and Professor Holden refused to continue teaching him. "I might suggest you take on Professor Crinshlow should you consider that option."
"You have other options as well. You can continue study in another elective field. There is always the option of simply graduating. I don't want to push you away from university, but I have to ask. Is it really what you want to do?"
"I'm not gonna lie, I hadn't thought this through. My mom says under no circumstances am I to leave school without a firm plan for my future. And since I don't have a firm plan she means I have to stay on at school. But that doesn't really help because now I need a plan for school too."
Hawthorne stood and began to pace the front of Dawkins' office. "I mean, shit, you remember last year? Total nightmare. Took forever to pick my classes. Almost ran out of time."
"I can't pick your studies for you," he said quietly. "I know you are perfectly capable of making up your own mind." At least he hoped Hawthorne was, otherwise he'd have a university student with no core focus and no mentor to speak with.
"Did none of the options we discussed sound appealing to you?"
He looked back to the clock again. "I am sorry Mr. Nikitin, but I believe we have run out of time. Professor Morse will likely contact you before the end of the semester so that you have an idea of what to expect."
"Fuck me," he said quietly as he walked away. Before he was even outside he had a cigarette in his mouth and a lighter in his hand.