Post by Tika on Apr 19, 2006 2:54:03 GMT -5
Her long red-brown hair twisted elegantly up into its usual knot at the nape of her neck, Ms. Badger elbowed open the door to the lounge room with a sigh of relief. She had a large bookbag of papers slung over her shoulder and a tray of lunchroom oddities balanced precariously on one palm. Her other hand held a small carton of milk and a straw. Between her lips was a slightly crinkled paper, three pages long and written just they way she liked them: Double-spaced, Times New Roman font.
With a sigh of considerable relief she set the tray and milk carton down on the table and searched around for a chair without something sticky on the seat. The highschool teaching staff was over 70% male, and the staff room reflected it. Those kids don't know how good they have it, she thought idly, they have janitors or people in detention to clean up their desks and chairs. If only they'd make them clean in here--Or, better yet, put some of the teachers here on detention. That'd teach 'em...
Digging her fork into what she hoped was macaroni and cheese, the pretty young woman stared in fascinated horror at the paper she'd laid on the table beside her tray. It was written by a senior named Blake. He was such a smartass; she could barely stand it. On one hand, he was a brillliant writer and could be exceedingly tactful and beautiful with his words if he chose. But sometimes she could just throttle him for his cheek! If the headmaster ever got his hands on this "Exposé" of Blake's he'd probably throw a fit, throw something heavy and expensive at Blake and then have him expelled.
Honestly. Whomever would think of writing a controversial paper about the social habits of the headmaster of your school? he had to be suicidal. Maybe she should grade him down for being thingyy. She couldn't help but laugh, though, as she hit her favorite part, about how the headmaster could never tell when someone made a joke and would laugh rather unconvincingly when he finally realized that it was funny. She sighed. Blake would get shot some day for his prattling tongue, she was sure of it. Then, of course, he'd probably become a martyr because people liked his writing so much.
OOC: I hope you don't mind about my making stuff up about Blake, Angel/Admin/Blake! This sounded like the kind of thing he'd write, so I was kindof... yeah. taking advantage. XD
With a sigh of considerable relief she set the tray and milk carton down on the table and searched around for a chair without something sticky on the seat. The highschool teaching staff was over 70% male, and the staff room reflected it. Those kids don't know how good they have it, she thought idly, they have janitors or people in detention to clean up their desks and chairs. If only they'd make them clean in here--Or, better yet, put some of the teachers here on detention. That'd teach 'em...
Digging her fork into what she hoped was macaroni and cheese, the pretty young woman stared in fascinated horror at the paper she'd laid on the table beside her tray. It was written by a senior named Blake. He was such a smartass; she could barely stand it. On one hand, he was a brillliant writer and could be exceedingly tactful and beautiful with his words if he chose. But sometimes she could just throttle him for his cheek! If the headmaster ever got his hands on this "Exposé" of Blake's he'd probably throw a fit, throw something heavy and expensive at Blake and then have him expelled.
Honestly. Whomever would think of writing a controversial paper about the social habits of the headmaster of your school? he had to be suicidal. Maybe she should grade him down for being thingyy. She couldn't help but laugh, though, as she hit her favorite part, about how the headmaster could never tell when someone made a joke and would laugh rather unconvincingly when he finally realized that it was funny. She sighed. Blake would get shot some day for his prattling tongue, she was sure of it. Then, of course, he'd probably become a martyr because people liked his writing so much.
OOC: I hope you don't mind about my making stuff up about Blake, Angel/Admin/Blake! This sounded like the kind of thing he'd write, so I was kindof... yeah. taking advantage. XD
