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[thenormalsquint]

Good afternoon, Westerberg sweeties! It's that time of year again. Yes, that time where I totally break the rules and risk my teaching career by offering you another way to scrape your grade up from the bottom of the barrel in the last days of school.

First up, if you've done your final project, congratulations. You don't have to take the final exam. Turn it in and I'll see you in the hallways next semester or on Facebook in your drunken college shenanigans. If you didn't, and you know I'm talking about you, Henry, I can't legally pass you. Again. However, I'd love to see your lovely face in these desks again next year with all your excuses of why you didn't do the little bit of homework I do give you.

Again.

I did say there was another option, right? Right. Here we go.

Using a superhero, cartoon character, or mythical figure as reference, create an overlay of the basic muscle groups. Dimensions are variable, but the entire thing shouldn't be larger than sixteen inches by twenty inches. Due Friday, noon, the latest. Short notice, yes, but teachers have social lives too.

That's it. Easy as pie. Can be done in one or two class periods if you feel the need to take some time for a private field trip. [Coughing and a whisper of Justin.] And before I forget, I'd like to thank all the students who didn't belong to me who took the time out of their busy class schedules to hang out in my classroom that didn't belong to them. You've made teaching a joy.

Miss Angela, out.


[ooc: Just your regular hang loose and fly free art teacher. Feel free to make excuses of why you were in her classroom even if she wasn't your teacher.]

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[totallyinaband]

[Sup, bro? It's that scruffy-looking music teacher from down the hall poking his head in.]

How'd the final project go?

[thenormalsquint]

[NM. Just chilling, marking some grades and stuff.]

I'm starting to think some of these kids need remedial math more than art. I said eight drawings, some of them give me four. [This she says while marking a set of four with a B+] Ah, well. Can't push creativity.

[totallyinaband]

You are seriously too good to them, man.

[thenormalsquint]

Somebody has to be. One, it's art. You can't be mean about art. And two, it's high school. It's hard enough already.

[totallyinaband]

Boy, do I remember. You got any summer plans?

[thenormalsquint]

Maui, Jamaica, and maybe a pit stop in Spain if I can swing the time.

[Oh, like she has anything else to do during her summers. Teaching summer school is never an option.]

You?

[totallyinaband]

Sounds busy.

Relax, hopefully. Write some music. Spend a few weeks not having to wear pants.

[thenormalsquint]

You wait for summer for no pants? I wait for the dismissal bell to ring.

[totallyinaband]

For a few hours at a time, sure. I'm talking days, here.

[thenormalsquint]

I'm talking days too. Weekends do consist of those last time I checked.

[totallyinaband]

Don't you ever go grocery shopping?

[thenormalsquint]

Don't you ever get them to deliver to you?

[totallyinaband]

I like to check the vegetables myself. Any and all OCD jokes can be left at the door.

[thenormalsquint]

All you're doing is proving my point, though. You don't need pants to check the cucumber and peppers.

[Sexual harassment what?]

[totallyinaband]

Clearly I've been out of the game too long. What have you been up to?

[thenormalsquint]

Me? Just checking the tacos.

[Jesus Christ, Angela. Where is your professionalism?]

[totallyinaband]

[Where it's always been, clearly.]

I really don't want to ask any more details, do I?

[thenormalsquint]

[To this, she just smirks and shrugs. She can go all day.]