Grading Hell Theater: First Day of School

Sep 01, 2009 09:11

Okay, so I don't really have a lot of grading to do yet, but I need some distraction this morning. So, today on Grading Hell Theater ( Read more... )

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delle September 1 2009, 15:00:54 UTC
Lee hated the beginning of every school session - from the lower levels through boot camp. Every year it was *another* pissing contest - having to fight (literally and figuratively) the preconceived assumptions teachers and fellow students had of him. And watching out (and over) Zak.

It wasn't until War College that he began to enjoy the educational experience. At War College he was Apollo and not Captain/Major/Commander Adama's kid. Lee enjoyed having people's respect when it was something he earned, rather than given because of who his father was.

[eh. not so good. my brain, she is not working this morning]

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cereta September 1 2009, 15:10:10 UTC
Oh, I don't know. ;) I liked it!

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rubynye September 1 2009, 15:53:22 UTC
There is so an answer for Charlie, but it would require someone not me as I currently am to write it.

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ban_sidhe September 1 2009, 16:50:29 UTC
Before Princeton, Charlie didn't much like the first *day* of school. He didn't particularly associate new books or learning with the beginning of September as much as getting dragged away from his books and being forced to buy new shoes ( ... )

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rubynye September 1 2009, 17:05:08 UTC
This is better than I would've done on a good day (which today is not). Well and awesomely done!

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cereta September 1 2009, 20:37:48 UTC
Oooohhhh, nice!

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caiusmajor September 1 2009, 16:05:50 UTC
Roy would miss the first day of school at least half the time because Ollie really couldn't be bothered to remember these things, and hey, there was important crime to be fought! So they'd come back from fighting the Clock King in Tahiti or wherever sometime in the middle of the second week of school and if the principal complained Ollie would throw money at them and it would all be fine.

By the time Mia came along, Ollie was trying REALLY HARD and made sure she had all the proper school supplies and angsted about her making friends and met with all the teachers and generally was a hugely embarrassing pain in the ass about the whole thing.

...the first year. By the second year, he'd gotten distracted again and it was Connor who made sure that she actually showed up.

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cereta September 1 2009, 20:40:42 UTC
Oh, Ollie. You never really change, do you?

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bluerosefairy September 1 2009, 16:28:56 UTC
Michael's first day of kindergarden was surprisingly uneventful. No reports home - actually, his teacher was mainly impressed by his reading skills (what five year old can accurately pronounce "vegetable"?) - no fights, no swearing. That changed when Nate hit elementary school age. Michael got suspended for laying out a kid who tried to hit Nate with his pencil case, and Madeline started her soon-to-be-yearly tradition of parent-teacher conferences.

Fiona dumped glue all over Seamus MacLaren for calling her brother Johnny a "stinkin' Fenian". Her kindergarden teacher was appalled, but not surprised. The Glenanne kids all pulled stunts like this - Patrick and the scissors, Claire and the yellow paint, Sean and the paper clips - with their background, the teacher counted herself lucky no one had ever been seriously injured.

Get Sam drunk and ask him about his daughter's first day of school. You just might get an answer.

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cereta September 1 2009, 20:45:18 UTC
I love Michael's and Fi's, but I hearby demand that you write Sam's. Pretty please? I'll send brownies.

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bluerosefairy September 2 2009, 13:28:16 UTC
Ohgod. Do not tempt the girl stuck in Korea with brownies. I'd commit a major felony for some brownies right now.

I'll take a swing at it, definitely. Since you're demanding. :P

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lazar_grrl September 1 2009, 16:44:43 UTC
Eliot was around the hallway corner, trying to avoid his students, when he heard the cry of pain. He rounded it to see two eighth grade boys ganging up on one (shortskinnyblondepigtailsPark-) fifth grade girl. The two bullies dispersed at a supposed teacher's threatening look, but not without a look back at their (future) victim. Eliot gave a snort of disgust. High class Boston prep or rural ten-room schoolhouse: assholes were everywhere.

He looked down at the girl. "You want to learn how to make them back down?"

Wide blue eyes got impossibly bigger. He saw something growing in them that made him break out in an evil grin. It was matched by a tiny one.

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cereta September 1 2009, 20:45:49 UTC
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEe!

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lazar_grrl September 1 2009, 22:52:17 UTC
Three years later, Eliot's online, idly paging through some kickboxing tournament results. Normally he doesn't check the junior stats, but one of the names rings a bell. He looks at the champions' circle photo, showing one blonde, pig-tailed face with a grin like a hungry young tigress, and feels warmth that has nothing to do with pulling a good con.

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cereta September 1 2009, 22:58:30 UTC
ILU.

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