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How To Not Do Things, Thursday, Period One
Upon arriving in the classroom today, students might have some difficulty locating their teacher.
That was, unless they noticed the pair of sneakered feet propped up on the desk in the front, the only visible sign that anyone was sitting there. April had somehow managed to swing a bean bag chair to sit in, which made it a little difficult for her to be noticed over the desk, see.
In fact, the students had bean bag chairs too. Weren't they lucky?
About five minutes after class was supposed to start, she finally spoke up. "I'm April," she said loudly. "This is How to Not Do Things." In case the classroom and her lack of energy hadn't given it away. "I don't really care what your names are, but I guess you can go ahead and tell me them anyway. And other useless crap like your age and grade and stuff if you want. Whatever."
If you were wondering whether she was planning to write anything down, though... stop wondering. Because she was not.
"You with the frizzy hair, write people's names down," she added, surfacing for the first time to point at Maeby if she was there. "You get to be TA. Yay."
And back down in the bean bag chair she went, piping up only to add, before anyone could get to their introductions, "When you're done, there's Skee-Ball in the back."
Yup. Those were indeed Skee-Ball machines. Check that out.
That was, unless they noticed the pair of sneakered feet propped up on the desk in the front, the only visible sign that anyone was sitting there. April had somehow managed to swing a bean bag chair to sit in, which made it a little difficult for her to be noticed over the desk, see.
In fact, the students had bean bag chairs too. Weren't they lucky?
About five minutes after class was supposed to start, she finally spoke up. "I'm April," she said loudly. "This is How to Not Do Things." In case the classroom and her lack of energy hadn't given it away. "I don't really care what your names are, but I guess you can go ahead and tell me them anyway. And other useless crap like your age and grade and stuff if you want. Whatever."
If you were wondering whether she was planning to write anything down, though... stop wondering. Because she was not.
"You with the frizzy hair, write people's names down," she added, surfacing for the first time to point at Maeby if she was there. "You get to be TA. Yay."
And back down in the bean bag chair she went, piping up only to add, before anyone could get to their introductions, "When you're done, there's Skee-Ball in the back."
Yup. Those were indeed Skee-Ball machines. Check that out.
Re: Introduce Yourself
"You look like an ass-kisser," April informed her. "Don't."
Wasn't she sweet?
Re: Introduce Yourself
Re: Introduce Yourself
"Second one." But if Juliet was willing to change her whole appearance just to not ass-kiss... well, that would probably be another form of ass-kissing, for one thing. But amusing. "Don't."
Re: Introduce Yourself
She slouched further into her beanbag and started checking her makeup in the compact in her purse.