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fandomhigh2019-06-18 06:57 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote in fandomhigh2019-06-18 06:57 am
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The Mid-Century Cookbook; Tuesday, First Period [06/18].
It took a lot for Summer to actually get herself out of bed that morning, because she was not feeling great, and in addition to those spots she noticed getting itchier and bigger, her head felt like it had been run over by a mack truck and then set on fire. So that was fun! And whatever bug she caught, she really, really hoped it was just a quick thing because tomorrow was supposed to be her birthday party, but this was Fandom, yeah freakin' right, maybe she should just cancel the thing right now, because there was no way someone just got a twenty-four hour flu and that was it around here.
She wanted to just stay home and rest up and try to get better before tomorrow, but it was the last class of the semester, she couldn't miss that, but as soon as she was done delivering her final disgusting monstrosity (and it was a doozy; if these students didn't hate her already, she was pretty sure this would do the trick, and there was no chance in hell she was seeing any of them next session, which was a shame, because she did like them, despite the food), she was going home, grabbing all the cold medicine she could off the shelves at T&C, and hiding under a blanket for the rest of the day.
"Okay, guys," she said, with not quite her usual cheer, but she tried, dammit, "this is the last one and then you're free of my cullinary tyrany. It's an easy one, but, man, is it a doozy, involving flavor packets, processed meat, and aeresol cheese. Today....we make bolonga cake."
And weep. Weep for all eternity.
[[ ocdon the way is up! ]]
She wanted to just stay home and rest up and try to get better before tomorrow, but it was the last class of the semester, she couldn't miss that, but as soon as she was done delivering her final disgusting monstrosity (and it was a doozy; if these students didn't hate her already, she was pretty sure this would do the trick, and there was no chance in hell she was seeing any of them next session, which was a shame, because she did like them, despite the food), she was going home, grabbing all the cold medicine she could off the shelves at T&C, and hiding under a blanket for the rest of the day.
"Okay, guys," she said, with not quite her usual cheer, but she tried, dammit, "this is the last one and then you're free of my cullinary tyrany. It's an easy one, but, man, is it a doozy, involving flavor packets, processed meat, and aeresol cheese. Today....we make bolonga cake."
And weep. Weep for all eternity.
[[ ocd
OOC - MCC, 06/18.
What a conundrum.