Study Hall -- Monday, September 12th

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Welcome to today's Study Hall, kids. For all you new students, Study Hall is an open daily post for me to make announcements and for students who are not in class to mingle, study, eat lunch, explore the lunch, cause incredible amounts of trouble that make me want to fucking fill them full of ammo, and other non-class-related activities.

Today's announcements:

-- New students should make sure they are signed up for three classes and an extracurricular activity (part-time jobs count). They must post once a week in each class they have (or more, depending on the teacher's guidelines, but that's a school requirement). Keep that in mind when taking a class.

-- Our first detention will be this weekend. For you newbies, detention is a room you never want to enter unless you were planning on losing limbs in this lifetime. If there are any teachers who wish to run detention this weekend, that would really help, as the principal will probably be (OOC: Off celebrating her mun's birthday early ... woohoo!) otherwise occupied.

-- Reports are coming from the cafeteria that after a rather strange taste-testing incident this morning, the staff recommends that you do not eat the chicken salad sandwiches. From what I heard, everybody who's tried them has turned into a chicken. Let's not overwhelm the school nurse with an overabundance of shape-shifting poultry today, shall we?

-- There's been a reported sighting of a zombie on the third floor of the dorm. Whoever raised the dead on school property without the proper paperwork will be immediately given detention this weekend. Oh, and if somebody could wrangle the zombie, that'd be nice.

EDIT: Also, by request ... fandomhighicons.

Comments

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

I need some direction, some motivation in my life.

Got a space in your club for me?

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Depends. You got some goals you need achieving?

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Could be, Big Guy.

But, damn it, I forgot my laminated Goals of John Crichton list back in my room.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

*Sits back in chair, holds up hands innocently.*

Hey, we're all friends here. Though if you want to bust out with the testosterone at this hour, by all means. Mind you, I prefer coffee.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

*Hands Angelus his cup of coffee*

I'm not drinking it. I assume you like it black?

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

*Stares at cup, surprised, then takes it.*

You I like. What's your deal?

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

*Hesitates briefly, shrugs.*

Professional Killer.

*Eats more omelette*

Hours suck, but the HMO is great.

This thing have meetings?

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

*Blinks several times.*

*Mutters to self "Damn, I get lucky every day."*

Yeah, it might. But if you just want to keep contact with me instead we can arrange that. You a big meeting guy, Melvin?

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

*Ignores wrong name*

I hate meetings.

*Finishes Omelette*

But clients love a well rounded resume.

*Throws styrofoam container away*

When is this little club of your going to have a meeting?

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

I can excuse you out of meetings if you make special arrangements with me. Something tells me our little club could use someone of your background. Plus I liked what you did with the coffee there, good instinct.

Not sure yet on when. Need to get the roster up first. Plus something tells me we are definitely going to need to weed out the membership list.

*wistful sigh*

Shame I can't use you for that one.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

I'll be in room 212 at the dorm if that damn muppet can get his act together.

Let me know when the first meeting is.

Nice meeting ya "Angie".

*Walks out*

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

I'm 406. Drop by any time. Especially if my roommate is there.