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fandomhigh2021-01-06 09:56 am
talentforlying) wrote in fandomhigh2021-01-06 09:56 am
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Career Development [Weds, Period 1]
When the bell rang, the students would find two... very different people. At the front of the classroom.
"Right. Some of you might recognize me. I'm Constantine, the librarian," John said, shoving his hands in the pockets of his trench coat.
“And I’m Stark. I might be recognizable as well,” said the man with a metal mask covering half his face. His only current job was standing up here to discuss how he’d gotten said job and he looked a little uncertain about this whole endeavor.
"And we are supposed to teach you about how to find a job that appeals to you," John continued, grinning. "But here's the catch-- we're only here because the school board said I needed to teach again, instead of just hiding in my office in the library. So, I recruited a bunch of mates--" people you recruited AT THE BAR, John, "--to help me out. Because why let a bunch of people who manage to fuck things up," yes, he was talking about that last round of Island Nonsense, "--dictate what to do with your life?"
"So you're going to get a bunch of different people talking to you about whatever makes them feel passionate that day. Because we can, and the school board made the mistake of giving me teaching paperwork with veeeeeeeeeeeeeeerry wide open-language."
“He asked me if I wanted to join,” Stark said. “And several others. It seemed like a reasonable idea at the time.” Was that really true? Who could say. “So here I am. Teaching. About...something.”
"Teaching about what you're passionate about, mate!" John said, clapping Stark on the shoulder. "So come on, kids, tell us who you are, and what you're passionate about."
"Are we supposed to tell them what we're passionate about first?" Yes kids, your teachers are extremely prepared and qualified for their positions. Extremely.
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"Right. Some of you might recognize me. I'm Constantine, the librarian," John said, shoving his hands in the pockets of his trench coat.
“And I’m Stark. I might be recognizable as well,” said the man with a metal mask covering half his face. His only current job was standing up here to discuss how he’d gotten said job and he looked a little uncertain about this whole endeavor.
"And we are supposed to teach you about how to find a job that appeals to you," John continued, grinning. "But here's the catch-- we're only here because the school board said I needed to teach again, instead of just hiding in my office in the library. So, I recruited a bunch of mates--" people you recruited AT THE BAR, John, "--to help me out. Because why let a bunch of people who manage to fuck things up," yes, he was talking about that last round of Island Nonsense, "--dictate what to do with your life?"
"So you're going to get a bunch of different people talking to you about whatever makes them feel passionate that day. Because we can, and the school board made the mistake of giving me teaching paperwork with veeeeeeeeeeeeeeerry wide open-language."
“He asked me if I wanted to join,” Stark said. “And several others. It seemed like a reasonable idea at the time.” Was that really true? Who could say. “So here I am. Teaching. About...something.”
"Teaching about what you're passionate about, mate!" John said, clapping Stark on the shoulder. "So come on, kids, tell us who you are, and what you're passionate about."
"Are we supposed to tell them what we're passionate about first?" Yes kids, your teachers are extremely prepared and qualified for their positions. Extremely.
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