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[anunluckypenny]

[Penny, currently seventeen and rocking a pixie cut, is digging frantically through a pile of papers (they're just off screen, but the odd piece of wrinkled notebook paper goes flying by). Judging from the background, she's sitting in the hall at Westerberg High.

And talking to herself.]

You know when people tell you to prioritize the stuff you should get done? I think I did it wrong, so I'm basically doomed for finals.

[Or maybe she's talking to the network. She shuffles papers for a few more moments before giving up, putting the papers down in favor of the network device.]

But you know what's worse? I'm too busy freaking out about finals to freak out about anything else like the twenty-four people who starve to death every minute or the seven trees an average American goes through each year or anything relevant. [pause] No, I guess I'm still worried about the usual stuff. But seriously, finals on top of that? I'm never going to need to know this stuff in real life.

[She pauses again, rethinking this.]

Unless, you know... you're a teacher and you're listening to this. Teachers, you're an invaluable part of the American workforce and it's completely not your fault that the high school students in Finland test way better than students in the United States. [If Penny didn't sound so sincere, that might have come off as sarcasm. It's not.] That'd be my fault. Not by myself, I mean--not even I can blame me for that--but students like me who could do better and never get around to it. Motivation issues.

[A sigh.]

Okay. I'm calm now. Ranting's good for the soul.

[And with that nugget of wisdom, she ends the feed.]


[ooc: Action/messaging/whatever, in school or out, is awesome. Feel free to have characters know Penny from any junior-level classes, art, or band (she plays violin, which... isn't important, but it seems worth pointing out). Replies will come from aprettypenny .]

Comments

[clip]

Are you planning on making twenty-four meals a minute?

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[primrosella]

Sounds like you need a de-stress therapy latte.

[aprettypenny]

Yep, and tracking down everyone on the planet who's starving. [Her tone implies that she'd like to do just that.] No, but I could be doing something useful.

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[aprettypenny]

you have no idea x_x

are you busy after school???

[clip]

Like what, exactly?

Convince the government to stop sending third world countries free food so their own agricultural communities can thrive again?

[aprettypenny]

[Why are you bringing reality into this?]

I was thinking more along the lines of mass emails...

[clip]

Oh, well.

Yes, there is always that.

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[primrosella]

Not anymore. :)

Need me 2 pick you up?

[aprettypenny]

That's pretty lame, isn't it?

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[aprettypenny]

please!

youre the best <3

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[primrosella]

NP.

Hey, did someone ask you 2 the dance yet?

[clip]

Well, I wasn't going to say so.

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[aprettypenny]

no......

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[primrosella]

...OK, thx.

Steve's been acting sneaky lately so I thought he might've asked you.

[aprettypenny]

That's nice of you.

...I'm sorry, but I'm totally blanking on your name. We have a class together, right? Art?

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[aprettypenny]

you'd be the first to know if he asked me. I was hoping he would.

[clip]

We do. You're Penny.

[aprettypenny]

[She looks surprised.] That's me, yeah. You?

[clip]

Eames. I sit three seats to your left, usually.

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[primrosella]

I'll find out, trust me. :)

[coyote_walking]

Penny, chill. You're totally freaking out. And you and I both know you're probably going to ace everything.

[binarysky]

[sup, same-grade classmate.]

You could just skip finals. If you wanted.

[aprettypenny]

Eames--I'm so sorry. I'll remember.

So do you have to do the final project for Angela or are you done?

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[aprettypenny]

<3

see you!!!

[aprettypenny]

There's no way I'll ace anything! [Okay, maybe she's freaking out. A little.] I mean, I won't flunk out of anything, but it'd be nice to get an A in something besides art.