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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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[meanstreetdog]

[She's one in a million. Maybe she already knows. He half makes like he wants to hug her and remembers himself.]

Okay! Thanks Miss A!

[thenormalsquint]

[Angela notices that start and stop and finishes it for him by wrapping an arm around his shoulders.]

I won't tell if you don't.

[meanstreetdog]

[Now that it's happening he keeps his arms more at her shoulders for the embrace. For a moment he feels lucky, smart and a class act. Is this what it's like to be a good student? Not too long of a hug. His face feels like it might split open how he's smiling.

There might be a hint of color on in his cheeks. He's no virgin but he can tell a meant hug when he gets one. If he gets one.]

No ma'am.

[If anybody it'll be to that kid with the freckles. He can probably keep a secret.]

[thenormalsquint]

Thought so. Now scram before I decide to give you back homework.

[And for good measure, she ruffles his hair. Awr.]