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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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[thenormalsquint]

[She never minds, though she wished he spent a little of his open time behind the bleachers with the rest of the rabblerousers.]

You've been my student for four years now and you still don't get it?

[othersdie]

[Miss Angela, there are people behind the bleachers. And not just people--there are people making out, people smoking pot, drinking...

It's classier to drink and smoke weed off campus.]

I know what you're saying, but final exams are tomorrow. [Not that Angela will accept that as an excuse.] If I skipped I'd just go home and study.

[thenormalsquint]

[Drinking and smoking alone is just depressing, Justin. Do it behind the bleachers and make some friends while you're at it.]

Seriously? [Did she expect anything differently?] Justin, this is the last time you'll get to slack off as a high schooler. What do you have to study that you don't already know?

[othersdie]

[Wallowing in loneliness and despair is satisfying in its own way. Also, it's disgusting behind the bleachers.]

I'll make up for it in college. I'm going to France... slacking off is practically mandatory in France. [But curse your flawless logic.] ...I don't know.

[thenormalsquint]

Yeah, no you won't. And I bet you'll find a way to hide in the books even then, only they'll be in French.

[Her logic beats all.]

Personally, I think you can use some studying in the finer points of peer socialization. Do you have a date for the dance?

[othersdie]

[No comment. Angela has him figured out.]

I'm capable of socializing. [But not well.] A date? No. No--I mean, I wasn't planning on going.

[thenormalsquint]

You're going.

[And that's all she wrote.]

[othersdie]

What? No, I can't. What would I do at a dance?

[thenormalsquint]

I don't know... dance?

[Aren't you supposed to be a genius, Justin?]

[othersdie]

I don't dance.

[thenormalsquint]

Yet.

[othersdie]

Yet?

[thenormalsquint]

Until Saturday. Wear something nice. Something with color.

[othersdie]

[He relents. Really, that's the only option.]

Okay. ...You'll be chaperoning?

[thenormalsquint]

[Snort.]

Do you really think they'd trust me to chaperone? I'm more likely to spike the punch than the kids themselves.

[othersdie]

That's true, but there's always hope.

[Ha. She'll never know if he doesn't go to the dance.]

I should go. [to clarify] Leave school, I mean. My afternoon classes are practically done for the year.

[thenormalsquint]

[Oh, she'll know. Just because she's not chaperoning doesn't mean she won't be there. It's a party after all.]

You better. I don't want to see you on campus.

[othersdie]

[...Drat.

He's halfway out the door.]

You won't. I'll go and do something slightly illegal.

[thenormalsquint]

No, I want full-on illegal.

[othersdie]

I didn't hear that.

[thenormalsquint]

Now you're hearing it.