Study Hall -- Wednesday, September 21st

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Welcome to the study hall for Wednesday. This will be my last study hall for the week, since my mun's access to the internet is now severely limited my son and I are going on a corporate terrorism crusade weekend vacation in which we will blow some shit up go to a petting zoo, shoot a few police officers buy a bunch of ice cream cones, and maybe stop a nuclear holocaust, you SICK SELFISH IGNORANT FUCKS listen to bad pop music while giggling like a couple of fucking morons.

Today's announcements:

-- Please behave for Professor Jerusalem while I'm away. He has my permission to do anything short of killing you little bastards, so keep that in mind before you do anything stupid.

-- ... well, that's about it, really.

*goes back to her office to pack*

(OOC: Just in case I don't get to do anything tomorrow due to my lack of internet access ... *waves* Adios! Bon voyage! Don't forget to write!

... oh, wait, that's Bugs Bunny's line. Anyway, Principal Connor will be expecting a full report of the goings-on when she gets back from her sweet, wonderful, completely innocent family outing. Heh. :))

Comments

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka looks around, and seeing no one, takes a seat by the window and opens her comm pad. She needs to write an essay for Dr. Carter's class, and she owes Daniel Dr. Jackson some homework. It's all cool though. She feels like she can breathe again. Except that she misses her weapons.

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

We'll be sure not to do anything you wouldn't do!

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders comes in looking confused and worried, and slumps into a seat near the door, putting his Pyramid ball between his feet. He digs into his backpack and pulls out his notes for that Classics presentation, then starts scribbling away, his free hand tangled up in his hair.

[chasingangela]

Angela walks in and sits down, open notebook on her lap. She is frowning and crossing things out as she scribbles away at what looks like a list of names.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory walks in, and seeing Marty there as well as Angela, decides to take a seat in the back.

She opens a folder and begins what looks like the first draft of a letter.

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe enters and thinks about approaching Angela, but then sees Marty with her. She ducks her head and finds a private spot in the very back of the room.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige comes in yawning I really need to get a night's sleep in my own bed she thinks to herself, while it's very fun staying in town the having to sneak back into school the morning after is a bit more hasslesome than she'd like*

*She pulls out her note pad and starts making a things she needs for Home Ec.*

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue slips into study hall, her hair still damp from the shower she took in between her previous class and study hall. She's wearing a navy blue scarf today, something that's not completely unheard of for her, but still a little unusual this early in the year.

After taking a quick looks around the room, and seeing Anders looking upset, she sits at the next table. She only knows him as being Cally's friend and homecoming date, but he seems like a nice guy. She pulls out her sociology homework, but doesn't look to interested.

[conathon.livejournal.com]

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

*straggles in with look of utter relaxation on his face(

*signs in*

*Finds a comfortable spot and sprawls, skimming idly over geo text*

[lizzy-turner.livejournal.com]

*Elizabeth walks in and finds her respective desk. She starts doodling stick figures on it. Most of them deal with various people around school maiming Commadore Norrington*

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

*Jonathan walks in with a box of recipes and starts fiddling with it, trying to find his Rice Krispies Treat recipe*

[alchemy-4-arson.livejournal.com]

Roy signs in, takes an empty table with three other open chairs, and begins reading his physics textbook.

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

*slinks in muttering "I was just trying to help*

*hides face in Cyborg Relations textbook*

*hopes no one recognizes him*

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

Barbossa sits in a chair in the corner, putting his finishing touches on his drawing for his partner's bondage space pirate costume. It seems to be made up a catsuit, thigh-high space boots and his floppy pirate hat.

He looks around the room and waits for something to entertain him until Quinn arrives.