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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.

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But Miss Monty, were I to successfully complete your course, we'd never have reason to see one another again.

[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.

[thenormalsquint]

Like that stopped you from coming in during all your other class periods.

[othersdie]

[What, lurking in your classroom? Nev--well, okay, yeah, but Justin has open campus this period and Angela doesn't seem to mind.]

"A private field trip"?

[totallyinaband]

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

[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?

[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?

[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.

would you like an after class lingerer?

[meanstreetdog]

...Miss A?

[thenormalsquint]

You're going.

[And that's all she wrote.]

lingerers always welcome!

[thenormalsquint]

Yes?

[meanstreetdog]

I dunno if I'm gonna do so hot in this... and I know I got a lot of absences. Is there any chance at extra credit?

[Big for his britches and taking one too many rides in the school system is a young Mr. White. Al White on your roster, m'am. She might suspect that's not his real name cuz it always takes him a bit to focus on who's talking to him. The price you pay for trying to distance yourself from your law run-in records that have yet to be sealed.]

[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?]

[totallyinaband]

Sounds busy.

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

[othersdie]

I don't dance.

[thenormalsquint]

[She can smell a juvenile delinquent a mile away, but Angela's cool with him. It's a classroom, not a courtroom.]

That's why I put the offer out there, Al. Last chance to save your butt.

[thenormalsquint]

Yet.