Fandom High Welcome Picnic, Front Lawn of the School, All Day: Part I

[bigdamnprincipal]

The recent cold front had been a welcome weather pattern as far as Zoe was concerned, and she was very grateful for how things had turned out today - it was sunny and breezy, and just cool enough that no one would pass out from heat exhaustion. Hopefully.

Beneath the blue and gold streamers and balloons, tables had been set up with drinks and food, including an entire table of moddable different ice cream flavors. As always, there was a stack of nametags set down next two signs: one listing the Big Sibling/Little Sibling pairings, and one listing rooms and roommates for the new students.

[OCD is up! Have at it! This is part one of the picnic, specifically for meeting siblings, roommates, and teachers. The rest of the picnic is happening here and here, in an effort to keep browsers from breaking for as long as possible. Since it's outside, the picnic is open to all students, teachers, and townies!]

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Re: Meet Your Teachers [Summer 2010-2]

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Good old office staff," Anders said with far more affection than that hapless bunch of paper-pushers probably deserved. "What am I saying, anyway? Gods know where I live we're always trying to stop that from happening."

They'd managed to succeed so far, but who knew if that was going to last?

"That could end up being one of the most useful classes on the curriculum here. So what's it like, teaching 'em, man? Never done anything like this before. Help a guy out? I gotta know what I'm in for."

Re: Meet Your Teachers [Summer 2010-2]

[raspberryturk]

"They ain't so bad, really," Reno noted. "Think about what you were like when you were a student here, and then remember all the ways you went outta your way to piss off your teachers, and that'll be them. Karma's a bitch, yo."

Just ask the duck that was now living in Reno's bathtub.

"You talk to 'em like you wanted your teachers to talk to you, don't treat 'em like idiots, and they won't be too bad, yoto. So, what is it you're showvin' down their throats this term, pal?"

[Sorry about the lull. Links and stuff happened.]