Bees!
Level 0
About Me
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What's your Minecraft Username?
ohbeesie (applying with)
bebeesie
Beeesie
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What's your Discord username?
heartbrii
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What's your Time Zone?
EST
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Provide any link(s) to previous applications:
https://schoolrp.net/threads/✦-bebeesie-doctor-application-✦.89781/
(accepted)
(didn't have a forums account at the time, applied under a friend's account.)
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°❀.ೃ࿔*IMPORTANT NOTICE°❀.ೃ࿔* This application is for the applicant IGN: Bebeesie [main account: Beeesie] / @heartbrii on Discord! I have informed Flowersak of my application through this forum account. °❀.ೃ࿔* What is your Minecraft username?: (Applying with) Alt account: Bebeesie Main...
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In Progress - Marine Biology Club | bebeesie's Club Application! ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ⋆.࿔*:
⋅˚₊‧ ଳ⋆.࿔*: ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ⋆.࿔*: ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ⋆.࿔*: What is your Minecraft Username? Alt: bebeesie - Applying with Main: Beeesie ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ⋆.࿔*: What is your Discord @? heartbrii ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ⋆.࿔*: Please read through the following before preceding and confirm you understand Club Leader is considered an...
schoolrp.net
https://schoolrp.net/threads/beeesies-language-application.89656/
(accepted)
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What are your current roles on the server?:
Beeesie: [College][B][Volleyball] Syn Sato | [Bird] Blanc
Bebeesie: [Grade-12] Eme Kei | [Bee] Buzzy
ohbeesie: (APPLYING WITH): [Grade-9] Kanoko Saiky (Previously a Psychiatrist.)
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Why are Teachers so important to SchoolRP?:
Teachers are the life of Schoolrp. Without them, it wouldn’t be a school roleplay at all. The teacher’s main role is to teach, giving lots of roleplay scenarios to players, new and old. During the weekdays, while players are confined to the school grounds, teachers give many different opportunities for roleplay, a chance to progress, and lessons about the server overall. From homeworks to detailrp, it gives newer players a chance to learn and understand the fundamentals of the server. The variety of subjects and available classes gives a refreshing diversity, keeping it interesting and fun without being very repetitive.
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Do you acknowledge that if you are inactive you may lose your role?:
Yes
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Do you agree to undergo teacher training if your application is successful?:
Yes
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What is your motivation for becoming a Teacher?
My motivation for becoming a teacher stems from the interactions. Getting to interact and teach grades 7-12 is something that seems genuinely enjoyable for everyone. I enjoy having lots of new interactions and meeting new people, and becoming a teacher is the best way to do so. Creating unique experiences, lessons, and homework is something I’m also excited to do. I have a lot of plans that will keep me motivated and keep things different and fun for everyone. I want to create a welcoming environment where everyone can participate and earn points with homework that allows the players to progress.
I have been playing SRP consistently for quite some time now, and the amount of thought and time put into roleplay is amazing. As new players come in, most don't know really what they're doing or the fundamentals of roleplay. As someone who has been on a sports team and on EMS, I have been active in many detailed RP and roleplay scenarios that require a firm understanding of them. Becoming a teacher gives me a lot of motivation to teach players who may not know but are eager to learn roleplaying, and putting detail to make it feel immersive. Making players create art helps them understand their character, the characters around them, and how to use their knowledge to expand their horizon of detail and roleplaying in general. The school faction has been something I've wanted to get involved with for a while, and having so many ideas will keep my motivation up for a long while, even as I create more.
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What's your character's full name?
The woman bowed before she sat , crossing her right leg to rest over her left. "Kanoko Saiky. The pleasure of meeting you is all mine."A soft smile pushed her wrinkles up slightly, her eyes crinkling.
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What is your character's age?
She straightened her posture as she listened to the interviewer's question, nodding along in understanding. "I'm 39." She answered simply.
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What is your preferred subject to teach?
Art
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Describe your character:
Overall description:
A soft click of heels echoed through the hall as Kanoko rounded the corner, her long, deep purple hair curtained gently down her shoulders and back. Her scent entered first, a soft mix of floral and sugary, filling your nose. Something not too abundant, but drawing. Her presence was welcoming and gentle, her heterochromia meeting you, one blue eye, one brown, two colors so contrasted but so perfectly matched with one another. Her well-cared-for fingers gently slid up the side of her face, slowly backing a lock of hair behind her ear. She always had a gentle smile on her face, something so professional but caring. Her outfit was professional, and her posture was straight. Her hands folded in front of her, eyes always glued to the topic, always attentive and ready to listen and learn.
Overall backstory:
February 2nd, 1981. Tokyo, Japan. The wind was crisp, carrying a bite no one dared to face at the likes of 3 in the morning. A soft exhale came first, then a gentle cry. It wasn’t loud and restless, like other children. It was soft, almost like a gasp for air once the cold front met the heat of the newborn’s skin. At the first sight of her eyes, her parents were amazed, then worry sank deep into their bones. Staring at the soft contrasts of Blue and Brown, the doctor's comment of slight blindness was the only thing they could think about. Her soft cheeks pouted and were scattered with gentle birthmarks and freckles, some identical from both her mother and father.
“Kanoko” was the name they settled on, meaning ‘fawn.’
Was it because they knew she would turn out this way? Be perceived as something so small and fragile that it could be broken with a small pressure from the heel of their foot, so misunderstood and judged too hard for her young mind to handle the relentless comments of her peers throughout her childhood? But her parents loved her. That’s what mattered, right? Father is a surgeon, Mother is a Hotel manager; both jobs that required them to never see the light of day, and the breaking distance between themselves and their own child. Sure, Kanoko’s life was full of expensive gifts for her birthday, phones, cars, and access to the most prestigious schools, but nothing could ever fit the shadow her parents held in her slowly emptying heart.
Pushing up her glasses as she navigated the halls of her primary school, avoiding chatter or just people in general. She knew the exact meter she should keep away in order not to be recognised, to be their recurring target of the day. This was routine by now. Avoiding everyone, not daring to utter a single word in classes, or to anyone else but herself. To keep her mind focused on her studies and her studies only, because maybe, just maybe, if she was good enough, her parents would come home. She wouldn't be stuck with her grandparents constantly, living under their care or with servants from their own home. It’s like she was being passed through families, discarded when she wasn't wanted anymore.
Her grandparents were her closest family members, people she held near and dear to her heart. The only ones who got her to take her eyes off a book to take a bite of some food, or gain any sort of sustenance other than intelligence from reading. She loved her Grandparents, of course, she did. She was so family-oriented that she couldn’t feel anything but love for her family, no matter how heart-wrenching it was. However, all she wanted was to get her parents’ attention.
So she worked hard. She completed primary school with honours, top of her class. In secondary school, she took multiple Advanced Placement classes, joined clubs, and even pushed herself to become proficient in some type of instrument. She chose the Violin, learning to play it expertly. By the time she was in grade 12, she was in the Student Council, playing the violin in her music club, singing, and was the salutatorian.
But nothing could replace the hole in her heart. Not the books, not the soft chime of the violin mixed with the sweet melody of Hanoko’s voice. Not even her straight A’s.
Kanoko’s parents were never around. Whether they had a choice or not, she would never know. Her grandparents would always say they’re working or on work trips, but even they themselves don't believe it. She often finds herself sitting at her bay window, looking out at the city lights as she awaits her parents’ return. However, the only time she would see them was briefly during holidays, her birthday, or at school conferences.
If she did wrong, they would be there to reprimand her.
Were they there to be proud? No. Be happy to see her? No. They were there to be strict. To keep their ‘perfect’ trophy daughter in line, and break down every inch of self-confidence and love she ever felt from anyone but her grandparents. They would come and go until she reached Grade 12, and on her 18th birthday, they began sending letters. No more showing up, no more comments. Just cards on holidays, money on birthdays, and heartless and false words of affirmation on coffee-stained paper.
In Grade-12, her grandmother was diagnosed with stage 4 Glioblastoma (brain cancer), which was the worst heartbreak of her life. Watching her grandmother go through treatments, sitting by her side, and as she turned 18, beginning to take care of her was a huge weight on her shoulders. Her grandfather was already very old himself and barely able to take care of himself, let alone his wife suffering from cancer. Kanoko took pride in taking care of her family, and began drawing and painting for her grandmother. She always praised Kanoko, wishing she taught people the beautiful skill and life she created when painting. Upon her grandmother and grandfather’s sad deaths, she promised herself one thing: she would make them proud, make herself proud by teaching others to create. So after graduating from high school, Konako attended the University of Tokyo, where she majored in Art Education and minored in Art History.
She studied as hard as she could, and without so much weight on her shoulders, she began to let herself actually live. She no longer felt the weight of her parents' eyes on her shoulders. No longer longed for the affection and love from them. And now, as sad as it was, she didn't have to care for her grandparents anymore, constantly being at home, at their bedside, and isolated. She began to put herself out there, talking more, making friends, and finding love.
“Kanoko” was the name they settled on, meaning ‘fawn.’
Was it because they knew she would turn out this way? Be perceived as something so small and fragile that it could be broken with a small pressure from the heel of their foot, so misunderstood and judged too hard for her young mind to handle the relentless comments of her peers throughout her childhood? But her parents loved her. That’s what mattered, right? Father is a surgeon, Mother is a Hotel manager; both jobs that required them to never see the light of day, and the breaking distance between themselves and their own child. Sure, Kanoko’s life was full of expensive gifts for her birthday, phones, cars, and access to the most prestigious schools, but nothing could ever fit the shadow her parents held in her slowly emptying heart.
Pushing up her glasses as she navigated the halls of her primary school, avoiding chatter or just people in general. She knew the exact meter she should keep away in order not to be recognised, to be their recurring target of the day. This was routine by now. Avoiding everyone, not daring to utter a single word in classes, or to anyone else but herself. To keep her mind focused on her studies and her studies only, because maybe, just maybe, if she was good enough, her parents would come home. She wouldn't be stuck with her grandparents constantly, living under their care or with servants from their own home. It’s like she was being passed through families, discarded when she wasn't wanted anymore.
Her grandparents were her closest family members, people she held near and dear to her heart. The only ones who got her to take her eyes off a book to take a bite of some food, or gain any sort of sustenance other than intelligence from reading. She loved her Grandparents, of course, she did. She was so family-oriented that she couldn’t feel anything but love for her family, no matter how heart-wrenching it was. However, all she wanted was to get her parents’ attention.
So she worked hard. She completed primary school with honours, top of her class. In secondary school, she took multiple Advanced Placement classes, joined clubs, and even pushed herself to become proficient in some type of instrument. She chose the Violin, learning to play it expertly. By the time she was in grade 12, she was in the Student Council, playing the violin in her music club, singing, and was the salutatorian.
But nothing could replace the hole in her heart. Not the books, not the soft chime of the violin mixed with the sweet melody of Hanoko’s voice. Not even her straight A’s.
Kanoko’s parents were never around. Whether they had a choice or not, she would never know. Her grandparents would always say they’re working or on work trips, but even they themselves don't believe it. She often finds herself sitting at her bay window, looking out at the city lights as she awaits her parents’ return. However, the only time she would see them was briefly during holidays, her birthday, or at school conferences.
If she did wrong, they would be there to reprimand her.
Were they there to be proud? No. Be happy to see her? No. They were there to be strict. To keep their ‘perfect’ trophy daughter in line, and break down every inch of self-confidence and love she ever felt from anyone but her grandparents. They would come and go until she reached Grade 12, and on her 18th birthday, they began sending letters. No more showing up, no more comments. Just cards on holidays, money on birthdays, and heartless and false words of affirmation on coffee-stained paper.
In Grade-12, her grandmother was diagnosed with stage 4 Glioblastoma (brain cancer), which was the worst heartbreak of her life. Watching her grandmother go through treatments, sitting by her side, and as she turned 18, beginning to take care of her was a huge weight on her shoulders. Her grandfather was already very old himself and barely able to take care of himself, let alone his wife suffering from cancer. Kanoko took pride in taking care of her family, and began drawing and painting for her grandmother. She always praised Kanoko, wishing she taught people the beautiful skill and life she created when painting. Upon her grandmother and grandfather’s sad deaths, she promised herself one thing: she would make them proud, make herself proud by teaching others to create. So after graduating from high school, Konako attended the University of Tokyo, where she majored in Art Education and minored in Art History.
She studied as hard as she could, and without so much weight on her shoulders, she began to let herself actually live. She no longer felt the weight of her parents' eyes on her shoulders. No longer longed for the affection and love from them. And now, as sad as it was, she didn't have to care for her grandparents anymore, constantly being at home, at their bedside, and isolated. She began to put herself out there, talking more, making friends, and finding love.
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A student in class is struggling to understand the content, what would your character do?
If they tell me that they’re struggling with the content, I would first re-explain icly, making sure that everyone understands. I would be constantly checking in with questions, making sure everyone is okay and understands the topic. If still not, I would then explain oocly what I mean, and help them with some guidance if needed.
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A student is continuously being disruptive in class, talking out of turn, and making jokes with classmates. What would your character do?
Firstly, I would remind them respectfully to please not disrupt my class. If the disruption proceeds, and multiple reminders have been made, I will most likely give them detention and/or remove them from my class, depending on the disruption.
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Provide at least 2 interactive class ideas related to your preferred subject:
‘Art Gallery’
Upon entering the classroom, the students are greeted by Ms. Saiky.
“Hello, everyone! Welcome in. Today, we’re going to be studying some of the ways of presentation in art. More specifically, we’re going to be creating an art gallery that we all will view at the end of class. Everyone will get to vote on an art piece that we feel is the best, and the top 2 will get a sticker.”
With that, supplies will be presented for the students to come and retrieve. They will have around 3/4ths of the class time to create their pieces before displaying them at the desks. Throughout the creation process, I will be asking questions about different forms of presentations, different ways of advertising arts, and some pop quiz questions.
With a quarter of the class left, the students will have the chance to display their artwork if they want, writing an /it about it, and describe it as we walk around and view different artworks. At the end, We will vote on the best two pieces, and they will receive stickers. Homework will be assigned, asking briefly about the pop quiz throughout the class.
‘Exquisite corpse’
The bell for class rang, and as students piled in, a voice filled the room. “Hello, Hello!” Kanoko smiled, standing at the front of the room with her hands folded. “Welcome in. Today, we’re going to be playing a game of exquisite corpse. It’ll let us explore each other’s art styles and how we understand art. “
The class will consist of multiple different games, where different people volunteer to draw each portion of the drawing, before taping it together. First, the head 5 minutes, then the body 5 minutes, and lastly the legs for 5 minutes. The drawing will be fully displayed, and at the end of class, we will talk about how the styles differ from each other, but ultimately come together to create a full piece. Homework will also be assigned.
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Have you read and understand the Teacher Application Guidance thread?
Yes
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