Faculty Meeting (Friday after classes)

[bigdamnprincipal]

After the student council cleared out, Zoe got the council room set up for yet another meeting, hoping all the teachers had gotten her handwavey email. Sure, classes had only been in session for a week, but she figured it was a good idea to check the new teachers for shell shock early. There were warm food and drinks set out (not the leftovers from the student council... at least, not totally) but nothing alcoholic. If people wanted to go that route, they would have to bring their own this time.

"Hello there, come on in and have a seat if you'd like," she said. "I thought it might be good for everyone to have a chance to get together without students around, and be inside where it's warm. I hope everyone's had a good first week. If you haven't, well, now you have a room full of people to vent to." It was the little things that helped make this job better.

[Open to all staff and OCD free!]

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[angelo_wings]

Rinoa took a slow gulp of her coffee -- with sugar and cream, sorry if you were hoping for black, Jono -- and relished the taste of it in her mouth.

"I love it," she said. "I was worried, because I didn't feel qualified? But it's -- it's less like we're teaching and more like we're, I don't know. Mentoring? Counseling? Telling these kids that it's going to be okay."

[furnaceface]

//Between you and me,// Jono said, closing his eyes for a moment and tapping into Rinoa's sense of taste, //that's all most of these students need, luv. Some of them have never been told a day in their life that what they are and what they can do is anything but an abomination. And here we are, survivors of whatever the hell, with advice and sympathy and a bit of understanding. It makes a hell of a lot of difference, I think, being told by a person in a position of authority that there's nothing really the matter of them. Always meant a lot to me, when teachers here said so.//