[ All in all, you're just another brick in the wall. ]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Who: All the teachers.  All of them.
Where: First floor; Teachers' Lounge
When: May 5th, in between classes, during breaks, before/after school.
Rating: TBD.  Teachers can have such potty-mouths.
Summary: A decent-sized room for a large school filled with kids and staff.  Students, beware venturing into this unknown territory unless explicitly seeking assistance from a teacher.  Likely they will not take kindly to the intrusion upon this sacred, hallowed ground.

The Story: Sometimes, teachers need a reprieve from the stressful life of grading papers and projects.  Sometimes they simply want to relax on shoddy couches and eat the stale bagels left over from the Parent-Teacher Association meeting yesterday afternoon.  Sometimes they just need to rant rave about their students, or discuss the importance of Herodotus with their colleagues, or question whether or not they really ought to be overanalyzing Shakespeare and Chaucer when the dudes were clearly just messing with future generations.

This is the place to do it.  Let the frustration, relaxation, and libations caffeinated beverages flow freely!  The Teachers' Lounge is a safe haven for your wearied mind.

Also, there is coffee.

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[bone-genius.livejournal.com]

She nods. "Right. And I understand. As the teacher, you should be in charge of keeping your class in line. If you aren't, then why would your students take anything you say seriously? I wish The Disciplinary Committee understood this."

She looks down and sighs. "Plus, I have to say that I am not fond of the violence The Committee employs. I have one boy who has been beaten very brutally for not conforming. It's heart crushing. I'm genuinely worried about his physical well-being."

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

"Kids are getting beaten up?"

Oh, he is so not cool with that.

"Jesus, you think they'd send them straight to the principal's office. I dunno how I feel about the violence. Haven't seen any first-hand, but if I do, I'm gonna put my foot down."

[bone-genius.livejournal.com]

She nods again. The image of that poor boy, so bruised and sad, stirs distant and foggy memories in the far corners of her mind. Maybe something similar happened to her when she was in school. She can't quite remember.

She half-smirks at Dean. "Just don't be surprised if they break said foot if you put it down." Not that she has any idea what stomping in front of someone will do to help the situation...

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

"I'll survive," he grumbles into his drink. Arrogant kids on power trips just aren't right.