fandomhigh | Blah blah career whatever et cetera [period 1, Friday]

Today when the students filed into the….classroom, they were presented with a couple of handouts.

"Hi," Cheryl said, almost nicely. "Welcome to the last time I have to look at your stupid faces."

Well, that cleared that up.

“We hope you’ve enjoyed getting to see just a small fraction of some of the amazing careers out there that you guys might be suited to,” Pam enthused. Well, Pam hoped so, anyway. “Today we’re gonna revisit our first class. Remember how, back then, we talked about what you want to be when you grow up? We’re gonna do that again.”

"Except this time, we've given you some reasonable goals, just in case the last six weeks haven't done it," Cheryl added, vaguely passing out the papers. Some may have ended up on the floor, shh. "Because remember, boys and girls, there's no fucking way there's an astronaut in this classroom. What college is going to take this place as your alma mater?"

Weirdly enough, Cheryl, lots of places. It was super-strange.

“Hate to break it to you, but this school is not exactly a rigorous bastion of academia,” Pam sighed. “I’m not even sure it’s accredited. I mean, think about it. They let us teach here.”

Look, Pam and Cheryl were at least self-aware enough to know that they were horribly inappropriate and should never be allowed to influence young minds, like, ever.

"Because Pam got in trouble for shooting someone."

Sort of. But still, Cheryl knew that was a black mark.

"So get familiar with those lists. Tell us what you wanna be when you grow up, now that you have a better idea of what that really is going to entail."

Humiliate yourself and pick out a degrading future, so that you could pass class! Have fun!!!

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Like you can't believe it's June 20th already, what the hell.

Barry Ween

Kathy Li

Anders

Joker Moreau

Which is much more accurate than 'lecture.'

It doesn't have to be from the handouts, but it does have to be something you don't need a diploma for, or they're gonna argue with you.

"I'm just going to marry some rich woman and be pampered the rest of my life," Barry said with a shrug.

"This guy gets it," Cheryl announced, pointing at Barry. "You're gonna have to up your boy-toy game if that's what you're going for, though. Start preying on cougars. They're usually vulnerable."

"I'll take that advice," Barry said with a grin. "So. Tell me Ms. Tunt. Are you seeing anyone?"

Insert eyebrow waggle here.

And no, Barry was far from serious about this but messing with the teachers seemed fair play here.

Cheryl actually looked for a moment like she was considering it, then shot a disdainful look at Barry's hands.

"You're not my type."

Zomg. Barry was crushed. Can't you tell by that eyeroll?

"Are you sure Miss Tunt? I'm sure there's something I can do that will enable me to get my grubby hands on all your money."

...

"I mean fulfill your needs."

Nice cover Barry.

"You couldn't fulfill my needs with a pair of boxing gloves and a set of horse tranquilizers."

That was oddly specific.

"But you're on the right track. You just need to pick another dirty-rich broad."

Kathy looked at the opportunities listed on the handouts and sighed. "I'm going to be the head of HR," she deadpanned. "Since it's obvious that doesn't require any skills or education."

...Yeah, that was meant to be a dig.

"Oh, burn," Cheryl commented, nodding proudly. "Are you gonna use puppets like Pam does?"

You should totally use puppets like Pam does, Kathy.

"I didn't really see the point of puppets," Kathy said with a shrug. "I feel like people are more likely to respond like adults if you treat them that way."

Kathy had never worked for ISIS, obviously.

"That's cute," Cheryl decided. "I wonder when that optimism'll be stamped out of you."

She looked around, and added, "My money's on the first time you go to the DMV. Any other takers?"

"I'm gonna be an astronaut!" Joker announced. "...Impersonator. I'll, like, dress up in the big stupid suit and pose for holos. Or act in videos. Or maybe wander around amusement parks. Something like that. You can get paid for that, right?"

Well, you could in Joker's time, anyway. Historical reenactment was an important part of the Moon's tourism industry. And it didn't matter, because he was going to be a pilot.

"Or advertise for accounting services or used cars," Cheryl agreed with a solemn nod. "Good plan. Be flexible on the costume, though. There's a lot more need for Statues of Liberty and giant gorillas than astronauts, seems like."

Who are not doing glue or anything, for once.

You guys have been awesome. Thank you for letting our girls abuse you for the last six weeks!

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