Study Hall -- Wednesday, September 14th

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Welcome to Wednesday's study hall, kids. You'll be happy to know that the gremlin infestation in the study hall has moved on, but unhappy to find out that they've moved onto the cafeteria.

Today's lunch special is chicken. At least, that's what the cafeteria staff told me it was.

A few announcements:

-- An open house for parents is tentatively scheduled for the last weekend in October. All parents, guardians, legal representation, police escorts, and responsible deities may attend, under another RP journal or your own.

-- A suggestion box has been placed outside my office. To the person who already left the note with a question about having as our school mascot a game cock ... no, I don't think Lee has the time for that. Please quit teasing him before I find a fabulous gay teenage-boy orgy in the utility closet a crying Adama in my office. (OOC: For the record, I was kind of thinking the suggestion box could be there for any high-school type stuff we could do. :))

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Angela gives him a wary look and takes a few seconds to consider. "Um, okay," she says, and pauses again.

"Marty? Could we just, like, start over again? Forget the whole gun thing and go back to, y'know, 'where are you from, what classes are you in, what's your family like, wanna have lunch?' Because I think we sort of skipped that part, and this might get less weird if we went back to it."

[chasingangela]

[OOC: That was me. Sorry.]

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"I'd like that. I really would."

"But I just got arrested in a separate thread."

[OOC: I'm sorry. Our "relationship" seems to be a victim of bad timing]

[chasingangela]

[OOC: Nah, it's funny. I have no idea whatsoever how to salvage the relationship save making Angela an amnesia victim, mind, but it's funny nonetheless.]

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

[OOC: I have an idea. I have to go offline... but check your voicemail later.]