Supernatural and Paranormal Professor Application : Apply Within

Due
to other commitments, our Supernatural Professor is taking a step back from moderator
duties for a while, which leaves an opening for the position.

If you would like to apply for the position, please do so below.

* You must be at least 2nd year to apply
* You must be prepared to create and grade classes regularly
* You must have a fair head ie: you must be able to grade fairly no matter what house you belong to.
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You must have good knowledge of the rules and running of the site and
keep to these rules at all time. Professors jobs can not be given to
members who break the rules as they are here for the safety and fun of
everyone.

If you are already a professor and
wish to apply for this position, please mention in the post whether you
will want to keep your original position as well as taking on this
position.

All members meeting the specifications above can reply to this post in application.

Please give the following;

* A short paragraph on why you want the job and what you believe you can offer to HE
* A class example

Please reply below with your application.

All
applications will be reviewed by myself and Amy and the outcome will be
announced shortly. Please note, we can only give one person this job.
If you are not accepted for the job at this time, please do not feel
disheartened. There will be other oportunities in the future.

I wish to take this job because I feel I am responsible, fair, and can offer fun and exciting classes in this subject. I have always been interested in the supernatural, and know quite a lot about if from much research. I am a very active member, have been a prefect two times, and been house member of the month not too long after joining the site last year. I would be able to update my classes often, and keep new lessons rolling in when needed, all year long. I have been given an extra study hall at school, so school work will not be a problem. I feel I would be able to bring a fresh new look on the supernatural and paranormal through many debates, discussions, challenges, and role-plays, turned into lessons. This is a class I would really enjoy teaching, and I would love the opportunity to share my knowledge and have fun at the same time. Thank you for considering me!


Sample Lesson:
Title: Amulets and Talismans

Class: One of the oldest means of protection in the world is having a Talisman or an amulet on hand! In this class, we will be exploring these ancient items, and creating our own!

Part One (Possible 30 points, 5 bonus)
1. What is the difference between a Talisman and an Amulet?
2. What would a person use an Amulet for?
3. What would a person use a Talisman for?
4. What are talismans made of?
5. Give at least one example of a Talisman from Medieval times.
6. *Bonus* Are there modern versions of Talismans? Give an example if you think so.

Part Two (50 points) (Optional)
Design and pitch your own Talisman. This talisman can do whatever you would like it to do. You have up to 5 minuets to pitch yours. This commercial will be shown at the Quidditch World Cup, 2009. You can do whatever you like, but you must tell what it does, how much it costs, and where to buy it. Be creative, and have fun!

I think i should get the position of Supernatural and Paranormal Professor. I think this because i am a very active member and have contributed to the site immensely with qudditch and different challenges e.g Dueling and movie and T.V director. I also know and follow rules in the site. I have a wide range of ideas on the subject of the supernatural, being very superstitious myself. I believe my ideas could make a big difference to the class and to the entertainment that is provided by them.

Idea for Class

Cranky Ghosties.

In this class you will have to tell me whether some of these stories are true, or false. You will have to use your own common sense and supernatural believes to figure out the correct answers. You must give me the answers via PM and a reason why you think the stories are true/false.

Story 1.
now, old Sam Gibb, he didn't believe in ghosts. Not one bit. Everyone in town knew the old log cabin back in the woods was haunted, but Sam Gibb just laughed whenever folks talked about it. Finally, the blacksmith dared Sam Gibb to spend the night in the haunted log cabin. If he stayed there until dawn, the blacksmith would buy him a whole cartload of watermelons. Sam was delighted. Watermelon was Sam's absolute favorite fruit. He accepted the dare at once, packed some matches and his pipe, and went right over to the log cabin to spend the night.

Sam went into the old log cabin, started a fire, lit his pipe, and settled into a rickety old chair with yesterday's newspaper. As he was reading, he heard a creaking sound. Looking up, he saw that a gnarled little creature with glowing red eyes had taken the seat beside him. It had a long, forked tail, two horns on its head, claws at the ends of its hands, and sharp teeth that poked right through its large lips.

"There ain't nobody here tonight except you and me," the creature said to old Sam Gibb. It had a voice like the hiss of flames. Sam's heart nearly stopped with fright. He leapt to his feet.

"There ain't going to be nobody here but you in a minute," Sam Gibb told the gnarled creature. He leapt straight for the nearest exit - which happened to be the window - and hi-tailed it down the lane lickety-split. He ran so fast he overtook two rabbits being chased by a coyote. But it wasn't long before he heard the pounding of little hooves, and the gnarled creature with the red eyes caught up with him.

"You're making pretty good speed for an old man," said the creature to old Sam Gibb.

"Oh, I can run much faster than this," Sam Gibb told it. He took off like a bolt of lightning, leaving the gnarled creature in the dust. As he ran passed the smithy, the blacksmith came flying out of the forge to see what was wrong.

"Never mind about them watermelons," Sam Gibb shouted to the blacksmith without breaking his stride.

Old Sam Gibb ran all the way home and hid under his bed for the rest of the night. After that, he was a firm believer in ghosts and spooks, and he refused to go anywhere near the old cabin in the woods.


Story 2.

A laundress, newly moved to Charleston following the Civil War, found herself awakened at the stroke of twelve each night by the rumble of heavy wheels passing in the street. But she lived on a dead end street, and had no explanation for the noise. Her husband would not allow her to look out the window when she heard the sounds, telling her to leave well enough alone. Finally, she asked the woman who washed at the tub next to hers. The woman said: "What you are hearing is the Army of the Dead. They are Confederate soldiers who died in hospital without knowing that the war was over. Each night, they rise from their graves and go to reinforce Lee in Virginia to strengthen the weakened Southern forces."
The next night, the laundress slipped out of bed to watch the Army of the Dead pass. She stood spell-bound by the window as a gray fog rolled passed. Within the fog, she could see the shapes of horses, and could hear gruff human voices and the rumble of canons being dragged through the street, followed by the sound of marching feet. Foot soldiers, horsemen, ambulances, wagons and canons passed before her eyes, all shrouded in gray. After what seemed like hours, she heard a far off bugle blast, and then silence.
When the laundress came out of her daze, she found one of her arms was paralyzed. She has never done a full days washing since

story 3.

The Phelps place was an old, abandoned property with a monstrous, decrepit Victorian house that was supposed to be haunted. It should have been a good resting place for the local deer hunters, but they would not go near it. A few that tried came away before midnight with tales of ghostly thumping noises, gasps, moans, and a terrible wet bloodstain that appeared on the floor of the front porch and could not be wiped away.

Phelps was an Englishman who had purchased land some 20 miles off the Mendocino coast in the 1880s. He had built a huge, fancy Victorian house all covered with gingerbread trimmings and surrounded by lovely gardens. When everything was arranged to his liking, he sent out party invitations to everyone within messenger range. It was the biggest social event of the year, with music and dancing and huge amounts of food. Sawhorse tables were set up with refreshments, and drinks were set out on the front porch. People came from miles around. The only one missing was old man McInturf's son-in-law. They had had a terrible fight that afternoon, and the boy had stalked off in a rage, threatening to get even with the old man.

Around midnight, the musicians took a recess and old man McInturf went out on the front porch with some friends. Suddenly there came the thunder of hooves rushing up the lane. A cloaked figure rode towards the lantern-lit porch. McInturf put down his drink. "That will be my son-in-law," he told his friends as he went down the steps. The cloaked figure stopped his horse just outside the pool of lantern-light. There was a sharp movement and two loud shots from a gun. Old man McInturf staggered backwards, shot in the throat and the chest. The cloaked man wheeled his horse and fled down the lane as friends ran to the assistance of the old man.

They laid McInturf down on the porch. He was bleeding heavily and they were afraid to move him much. There was some talk of fetching the doctor, but everyone knew it was too late. So much blood was pouring from the old man's wounds that it formed a pool underneath his head. McInturf coughed, once, twice; a hideous, gurgling, strangling sound that wrenched at the hearts of all who heard it. Then he died.

McInturf's body was laid out on the sofa, and the once-merry guests left in stricken silence. The servants came and wiped the red-brown bloodstain off the floorboards. The next day, a wagon was brought to the front of the house and McInturf's body was carried out onto the porch. As the men stepped across the place where McInturf had died, blood began to pool around their boots, forming a wet stain in exactly the pattern that had been wiped up by the servants the night before. The men gasped in fear. One of them staggered and almost dropped the body. They hurriedly laid McInturf in the back of the wagon, and a pale Phelps ordered the servants to clean up the fresh bloodstain.

From that day forward, the Phelps could not keep that part of the porch clean. Every few weeks, the damp bloodstain would reappear. They tried repainting the porch a few times, but the bloodstain would always leak through. In the county jail, McInturf's son-in-law died of a blood clot in the brain. A few months later, one of the Phelps servants went mad after seeing a "terrible sight" that made his head feel like it was going to exploded. Folks started saying the house was being haunted by the ghost of McInturf, seeking revenge. The property was resold several times but each resident was driven out by the terrible, gasping ghost of McInturf reliving his last moments and by the bloodstain that could not be removed from the porch. The house was eventually abandoned.

There is still time for any applications to be posted. The new professor will be decided nearer the end of term and posted at beginning of new term so if you still want to apply please post below

Application is now closed. Professor will be announced shortly