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Post by KENNETH HAYES on Aug 21, 2012 23:26:03 GMT -5
Staff meetings... or in more accurate description: the most mind numbing, soul crunching, spirit breaking hour and twenty seven minutes (but who's counting?) of any right minded professor's day. And the stubby pink thing that uh -hem hem- apparently had ministry granted authority over them (that saying 'flaunt it if ya got it'? yeah, that don't apply here) seemed to enjoy planning then about as much as she did meowing plates. Each one was stupider than the last, teaching them how to enforce the "oh so very particularly important" decrees she pulled out of her arse on a daily basis, and each one was at a more inconvenient time (of course, being asked to do anything by the woman ever on his personal time was pretty damn inconvenient).
Thankfully, finally, today's was over. Kenneth seriously felt like he was back in school, attempting to tune out his most boring subject and sleep when something smacked in front of him. "O- pftt, of course I was paying attention!" Rule numver.. what was it, seven thousand two hundred eight one? Nat, he was sure there were more. The room cleared out like they'd just been informed there was poison gasses in the air (okay, so, if there was poison gasses in the air, some people would probably pick up the pace, or not, ya know, he'd never seen most of these professors run and if age wasn't but a number, well-). Scanning the room for a person of interest (because there was just soo many choices), he walked over to Lark. "Well that was enlightening. A few more like this and I think I'll have an exact count on how many dots are on the ceiling. Seriously, how many people do you think would really care if that woman just disappeared? And I don't mean the one's planning the party. She could turn up in the lake in a few years or somethin'."
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Post by LARK CAELUM on Aug 25, 2012 21:13:57 GMT -5
The most boring possible thing that could ever happen today, happened. A staff meeting. They were always boring but now Lark was beginning to wish for the old ones, before the pink toad had come to the school, when they would get off topic on occasion and not be as on edge all the time. They had still been quite boring, but at least they hadn't had her breathing down their necks the entire time, making them all nervous and feeling as though they had to be careful and walk on eggshells even in how they would breathe so as to not attract attention.
In short, it had not been a very good day so far. Lark was surprised she wasn't one of the first to rush out of the room when the meeting was over, but yet, there she was, standing with a look of disdain on her face, still hardly moving from her spot where she had sat moments before. Well at least she was standing now, that was progress. She would have moved and walked away, probably, but then one of the more amusing (and young, probably a few years younger than her, even) professors began talking to her. Hayes, wasn't it? She usually tended to call professors by their last names just out of regular formality, while the other professors usually called each other by their first names. Oh well.
She gave a short, irritable sigh before shrugging at his words. "I'd love to be the one to slip something into her pumpkin juice one of these days."
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