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fandomhigh2012-11-15 09:22 am
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How To Not Do Things, Thursday, Period One
Today, due to a combination of having been bizarrely unable to sleep last night and the early morning walk-demanding of her three-legged dog, Cliff, April got to class really early with Cliff in tow, and proceeded to spend almost an hour before class just programming the Danger Shop to have carpet and really comfortable chairs.
She was aware that it looked more like a living room than a classroom at this point. But she really wanted to sprawl on a couch like that, so shut up.
"So today we're gonna talk about stuff that doesn't suck to do," April said, scratching behind Cliff's ear. "It's different for everyone, 'cause some people really want to help sick people or whatever and other people would rather jump off a bridge than spend a million years in doctor school, and stuff like that. This isn't just gonna be, like, boring jobs that don't take too much effort. I'm talking, like, stuff you actually like."
April drummed her fingers on her dog's head for a moment before continuing, without any change in tone, "So when I was a kid I wanted to be like the American version of those guards they have outside that British castle." Could you picture it? Could you? "Or just be one of the British ones. 'Cause I really like glaring at people and I wouldn't have to change my facial expression for hours and I could watch tourists be idiots. But they weren't hiring."
She patted the couch she was sprawled on and Cliff hopped up to sit next to her and lick her face. Seriously, this class was so unprofessional it was ridiculous.
"Anyway, let's talk about what you guys would want to do if you could do anything. Yes, you have to pick something, and if you don't have any job in mind, at least say some stuff you like so we can give you suggestions."
She paused, then added, "Oh, and there's no class next week for Thankgiving, but the week after that we're doing show and tell bullshit. So bring in something important to you or whatever."
Yes, she'd just come up with that. It was easier to say it than write it in an email. So.
She was aware that it looked more like a living room than a classroom at this point. But she really wanted to sprawl on a couch like that, so shut up.
"So today we're gonna talk about stuff that doesn't suck to do," April said, scratching behind Cliff's ear. "It's different for everyone, 'cause some people really want to help sick people or whatever and other people would rather jump off a bridge than spend a million years in doctor school, and stuff like that. This isn't just gonna be, like, boring jobs that don't take too much effort. I'm talking, like, stuff you actually like."
April drummed her fingers on her dog's head for a moment before continuing, without any change in tone, "So when I was a kid I wanted to be like the American version of those guards they have outside that British castle." Could you picture it? Could you? "Or just be one of the British ones. 'Cause I really like glaring at people and I wouldn't have to change my facial expression for hours and I could watch tourists be idiots. But they weren't hiring."
She patted the couch she was sprawled on and Cliff hopped up to sit next to her and lick her face. Seriously, this class was so unprofessional it was ridiculous.
"Anyway, let's talk about what you guys would want to do if you could do anything. Yes, you have to pick something, and if you don't have any job in mind, at least say some stuff you like so we can give you suggestions."
She paused, then added, "Oh, and there's no class next week for Thankgiving, but the week after that we're doing show and tell bullshit. So bring in something important to you or whatever."
Yes, she'd just come up with that. It was easier to say it than write it in an email. So.
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(Jeremy, don't laugh.)
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