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

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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.

Comments

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Kobayashi-kun~

"I have a free period until one."

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"Me too--oh, I'm interrupting your thought process for writing aren't I? I'm sorry."

Thoughtfully grading some of these portfolios and 20 varying zooms on a chair is just...kind of dull though.

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"It's alright. I...don't mind the company."