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Post by Countess on Sept 13, 2024 21:30:43 GMT
Rogue smiles at Niels' addition. "You don't say! Well, when we get further into the class itself, we should all see if we can help this nun as a group project," she offers him. "The more of us workin together, the better it will go, yeah?" she says, trying to let him, and the others in this class know, that she is here to support them.
Rogue stares plainly at Michael's hand, hoping he gets the message that she isn't going to call on him, and he should just speak. There is a faintly amused look on her face that only grows once he does ask his question. "Well, he used to have a different name, and I had to come up with somthin on the spot, yeah? I may know Latin, but sure as skunks smell, I am by no means a historian," she says, shrugging. Rogue doesn't seem all that upset at the idea of saying she is wrong or lacking in any way. Her pride is in other things.
"Now- Terra. It is a model for all Latin nouns that belong to the first declension, of which there are five in total. All nouns whose genitive ends in -ae are in this declension."
Terra, ae, land
Rogue writes this on the board, speaking as she does so. "The stem of any noun can be found by droppin the endin of the Genitive Singular, or the -ae. Now, you will always know what declension it belongs to. We start here."
Singular Plural Meaning Use
Nominative Terr-a Terr-ae land, the (a) land subject
Genitive Terr-ae Terr-arum of the (a) land possessive
Dative Terr-ae Terr-is to or for the (a) land indirect object
Accusative Terr-am Terr-as the (a) land direct object
Ablative Terr-a Terr-is by, with, from the (a) land
"Please, understand... all nouns naming individual male persons are masculine in this declension. Nauta, ae, a sailor, is masculine. Everything else is feminine for the first declension. There is also no article, definite or indefinite, so no word for "the" or "a". That is why Terra means The or A Land, or even just land. Another fun fact- Latin has no W or Y- otherwise, it is the same as our alphabet. We will work on pronunciation as we go, and it will take time to learn.
"How are we doing?"
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Post by Beriadan on Sept 17, 2024 19:04:02 GMT
"No Y? How did they ask questions?"
Parsley grinned to herself obviously pleased by her dumb joke. She wrote down the examples, tapping her pen against the side of her cheek as she frowned, thinking hard, seemingly unphased that Nials could talk to the dearly departed. Of course, he had told her before. She frowned harder, staring up at the board.
"So, men get singled out, while everythin' else falls under feminine control? About time, I say."
Parsley smirked, again to herself, surrounded by other boys as she was (teacher not withstanding). She squinted at her notes, back at the board, back towards Rogue.
"In that case, would my name be..
Parsla? Parslam? Gosh, this is a doozy of a language."
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Post by swapgo on Sept 23, 2024 23:54:53 GMT
Jason's wings kept pace in writing everything, it helped him not think about how he wasn't getting much of what Rogue was saying through his head. It felt like there were a lot of words and concepts that he just kind of forgot in his home-schooling lapse, for however little humble schooling was done during it.
The bat looked down at his notes as he felt the pen tap against wood, and squinted a bit with a sigh, at some point he made the paper slide and now half of them are slanted. He would have to do them again at his dorm. "What?", Jason didn't really catch the consequences of very specifically genered pronouns or a complete lack of certain grammatical elements until Parsley wrote it down to a quip which somehow made everything tick, at which point the bat nodded to himself to reaffirm how weird that sounded before pressing on.
"Well, the Y is weird, so I like that"
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Post by DornKoon on Sept 24, 2024 16:54:42 GMT
Niels hesitated momentarily, half surprised that Rogue took what he said seriously before remembering where he was, so she did. Instead, he nodded with a slight smile. "Yeah, that's true." He said, "I think that would work nicely; I'm... not brave enough to speak with her myself." He had wanted to help the Nun, but knowing what he felt without knowing the case was not helpful, so he had not tried anything; he just knew where she was.
He continued to listen to the lesson, making notes in his book. It was a lot to take in, but he was starting to get a sense of what she meant. Niels looked at Parsley when she talked about her name. "My name comes from the Latin cornu meaning "horn", or well, it's not proven, and those are just theories. So, in that case, could The Horn be cornam? Or would Horns, as an indirect object, be cornae?" He hoped he was getting it somewhat right.
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Post by Bixir on Oct 1, 2024 17:03:19 GMT
Michael scrunched his face. Something Parsley didn't quite sit with him. Not in a bad way, just... confusing? He wasn't sure what to make of it, and Niels' comment only confused him further. He instinctively raised his hand, though spoke at the same time. "Names don't change under a new language... do they? Is that a Latin thing? Michaela... Michaelae..." He started mumbling the possibilities to himself under his breath.
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Post by Countess on Oct 5, 2024 16:47:48 GMT
Rogue snorts a laugh at Parsley's joke. She can't help it- it was clever, and she isn't a stern enough person not to. More importantly, she wants them all to be comfortable talking in class. She lets Jason say his piece, noticing the difficulty he seems to be having with notes. She frowns slightly, sucking a lip in as she thinks. It wouldn't be that hard to make him some cards for the declensions... but she also wants him to commit all of this to memory, and sometimes repeated writing can help. If he asks for help, she will accommodate, she resolves.
"Great question, Parsley, the answer is yes, though translatin our names to Latin can get a bit tricky," Rogue says beaming. "Now, I am going to go with the more modern Ecclesiastical pronunciation, rather than the Classical. Your name would not have existed at the time, so we are really doin guesswork here. I would say your name might be... Parsle, or Parslei, which would be in the fifth declension," Rogue answers, pronouncing her name rather strangely. It isn't a one to one. Pars is as is, but the ei is different. The e is said like it is in get, and the i is added on like it is in machine. "We will go over that in the coming weeks, once y'all are gettin the other declensions down."
Rogue pivots to Niels. "Horn has a few translations, but the one you are thinking of is Cornu, which is of the forth declension, -us. It doesn't just mean horn- it also can mean hoof, beak, tusk, claw, bow, trumpet, end or wing of army, or even a mountain top based on context. It was notably a brass instrument, as well," Rogue answers easily.
It seems like it will be some time before she can break Michael of his habits. They have all year. "Names do change, since our names aren't Latin or follow their rules. Michaelis is Michael, it belongs in the third declension, -is," she instructs them, just as a bell rings through the school. Looks like class is over- just in time for the end of the day.
"Homework tonight is to use your Latin-English dictionaries, find ten words in the first declension, and make guides for each of them. You will spend the next class teachin the rest of the class these words. Got it?" she says, looking at each of them. "I want all of us to learn some new words next class. Vocabulary is important- so get to it!"
Rogue lingers for a moment, just in case anyone has questions for her.
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Post by DornKoon on Oct 8, 2024 9:58:49 GMT
Niels continued to take notes and nodded when Rogue answered his question about all these different rules and ways to describe things and places; getting used to them would be a lot. Still, he found the prospect of being able to speak Latin exciting.
"That's interesting," he said when she explained that Cornu could be so many other things, and most of them did seem linked as being sort of pointy claws, tusks, and even mountain tops. The trumpet was odd but not the weirdest he had ever heard. "We have a few funny ones like that in German, too, such as der Hahn, which can refer to a faucet that water comes out of in your kitchen sink, but also the animal that says- cock-a-doodle-do, that is, a rooster."
Niels quickly wrote down the instructions for the homework, making a mental note to visit the library later. It was easier to study there than in his room, and it was less emotionally charged. He was surely going to find some interesting words, just... hopefully, not the same words as everyone else. That would be embarrassing.
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Post by Beriadan on Oct 13, 2024 17:06:26 GMT
Parsley groaned at the sound of homework. She spun in her chair to look at the others. Niels had caught on, but Michael and Jason seemed to be struggling as much as she was.
"Hey, y'all wanna head to the library to do this together? I think I'm gonna need a lil' help with understandin' all this... an' a study session might be a bit of a hoot, don't y'all think?"
Parsley grinned at the others, but there was pleading in her eyes. Latin was proving enough to kick her ass, and she needed people who actually knew what they were doing... or who knew as little as she did.
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Post by swapgo on Oct 16, 2024 11:22:16 GMT
Well, the notes look great, it was getting kind of exhausting, ah, the bell, that was why.
Jason looked at his pencil with much gladness that it also resisted all this metalic chafing. It, unfortunately, made them quite unchewable, but tradeoffs and all that. "Wow can we uh, actually go through two hundred and ten words in just next class?", Jason asked towards Rogue, not really grasping the mathematical improvability that not one student happens to overlap in their choices. After taking another stare at his notes, Jason decided he would just let them skewed like that and maybe scribble something around them so that they looked satisfying or something, homework was going to chew into his time anyways, though he didn't seem to mind the idea, that's just how school works, you get the wonderful experience of complaining about something together.
Parsley seemed to agree that that would be a good idea. Jason didn't respond initially, letting out a very acute whistle as he carefully scooped out his notes to not damage them, before responding with a crystal clear "Sure! I can do that!", tilting himself straight up from his motorbike desk. "I don't know if those words existed way back then though...", he considered his options ahead of time.
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Post by Bixir on Nov 18, 2024 22:33:26 GMT
They- They did? That, that didn't... Michael paused, stopped by his own thoughts. His face scrunched a bit, then slowly eased as whatever was going on upstairs finished processing - at least, for now. As the rest of the students started speaking up with one another, Michael started to gather his things. As he heard Professor Rogue's parting homework, he nodded, quickly. That would be important. He needed to figure this out. He would figure this out. Just... Michael quickly loaded his books and supplies into his backpack. By now, Parsley had given her invitation to everyone. Including him. Michael blinked a few times, then turned around, then turned back. There was a sound like clearing one's throat. "I, uhh, I, mm, maybe later. T-Thanks."After getting those words out, Michael quickly left the classroom without saying anything more. He needed to get going. They would be alright without him. [EXIT] |
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Post by Countess on Nov 19, 2024 2:47:51 GMT
Rogue stands at the front of the classroom, arms crossed as she watches the last of her students pack up their things. The lesson had been a tough one—an introduction to Latin can really get to you. She hadn't sugarcoated it, and they’d struggled, but they stuck with it. Rogue could tell she was starting to lose them a bit when they asked about their names.
Her green eyes track them silently as they shuffle toward the door, murmuring to one another about declensions and studying in the library. She doesn’t say anything, doesn’t hand out compliments or encouraging words, not until they start getting to the real tough stuff. But deep down, she’s proud as hell. They’ve done better than she expected, and despite her poker face, a small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as the last student leaves. She steps forward, brushing dust off her gloves, and glances at the whiteboard filled with declensions and scratched-out corrections.
“Not bad, y’all,” she murmurs under her breath, knowing full well they’re out of earshot. Then she turns off the lights and heads out, quietly pleased with the work they’ve done together. She lingers briefly... then banishes the thoughts of wanting to share this with Remy.
END THREAD
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