With the influx of new students and staff, Zoe had a larger-than-usual cup of coffee this morning as she continued to work her way through everyone's files to search for red flags.

Occasionally, she'd stop and check Twitter on her phone, but everyone had their vices and she had all sorts of fun sports to keep track of these days.

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Zoe was never quite sure how Parents Weekend would go, but she was here in her office nonetheless, in case anyone wanted to talk to her. If no one wanted to talk to her, well, she had enough paperwork to keep her from getting bored.

Zoe had figured out that something weird was going on, but it didn't seem bad, so she was continuing about her day as usual for the time being. That meant making sure her files had everything from the first week of school, and peeking at the applications she'd gotten so far for the Student Council. It was already shaping up to be another strange ( Read more... )

Zoe was sitting behind her desk, looking rather busy as she tapped at her computer keyboard. Anyone who came up behind her would see that she was looking at a number of gun websites, but hopefully parents or family members who wanted to talk to her would use the door, and not the window.

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If there was one lesson Zoe was learning from this singing bug situation, it was that patience was not one of her great virtues. She was grumbling under her breath as hold music came out of the speaker on her phone, as it had been for most of the morning with different companies ( Read more... )

Considering the school somehow knew students were coming before they'd even arrived, Zoe was always surprised by how much physical paperwork the beginning of a new term brought. She currently had piles of folders scattered around her desk in organized chaos form; eventually, everything would be back in the filing cabinets, but until then there was ( Read more... )

With graduation on the horizon, Zoe was spending her week taking care of last minute details. It seemed that the company that had taken care of the school's front lawn last year was refusing to come back (something about one of their workers having to fight off a gremlin with a trowel - Zoe didn't ask too many questions, she just agreed to let them ( Read more... )

Zoe's first order of business today had been to e-mail the Student Council and tell them not to come for any sort of meeting. She knew many of them would probably be outside, and she didn't want to know what they were getting themselves into, but at least she could take a small comfort in knowing that she'd tried to keep them inside the dorm ( Read more... )

It had been one thing when the weird talk had just been about folks thinking they were the wrong people, or waking up with the wrong bits and such. Those were all things that had happened before and would likely happen again, although maybe not for as long as this had been going on. Still, Zoe hadn't been too worried, but now there were new folks, ( Read more... )

After sending out a handwavy message canceling the Student Council meeting due to the impending spring break, Zoe settled in at her desk to get ready for the break herself. That meant a lot of inbox cleaning (she was not looking at anything over the break, unless the world was genuinely ending) and wondering exactly where some of this spam came ( Read more... )