Study Hall

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Study hall for this Thursday is now open.

Quick warning -- Biff has apparently disappeared from in front of the teachers's lounge. If anybody spots her, I'd suggest running in the opposite direction.

Shooting at her will only annoy her and cause her to swipe at any loose appendages. Trust me, I say that from experience. *Ms. Connor grimaces as she finishes dressing a wound on her arm*

Comments

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Oh, one of those students. If it's your native language, why take the class? I mean, easy way to get a good grade, but it seems like a shortcut. My old teacher would never let me take shortcuts.

The party was low-key. Played cards, met some of the other beings attending the school, watching Jayne get vaped where he stood by most of the female population.

Oh, and if he ever asks to try "Mudder's Milk"--no. Just no. *shudders*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Precisely. I tested out of English for a *reason*, after all. Although I am considering Creative Writing next semester, just for the amusement factor.

*smirk* I told him to shower. Should've listened....

Say, that other kid-- the one he's helping around the school-- what's the story there? Sheldon, something?

I don't drink unless it's imported.

Feeling some pain today? *clicks tongue* Poooor baby.

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

*laughs* Yeah, a quick run through the 'fresher might've helped Jayne out.

I don't know what the story with Sheldon is yet, either. He's in our Advanced Negotiations, though. Maybe I'll say hello next class.

And he's also signed up for the flight club, which is making Wash a little nervous.

And "mudder's milk" was imported from somewhere. Or distilled under Jayne's bed. *shudders* Just urgh.

I've got caf now, though. And that clears up a multitude of problems. Hangovers never last long for Jedi anyway. We can clear most toxins out of our system. My old teacher would never show me how to do it for alcohol, though. Kept muttering about "teaching me a lesson" or something.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Flight club? Dear God.

You can just... "clear" toxins out of your system? That's convenient. *looks thoughtful and slightly flirty* I may have to have you show me how to do that, sometime.

Unfortunately, not now. *checks watch* I have to be at the library to turn in my application before they close.

*closes notebook*

See you in Padme's-- oh, I mean, Professor Amidala's class!

*saunters out*