Ziva wasn't sure how many of her students had parents or family members who were in town, but the principal had said to be in their offices in case people had questions for them, so here she sat, going through a week's worth of international newspapers to fill her time.

[Open!]

Ziva had woken up in an unusually good mood, and had taken that positivity to task in working on her lesson plans, and in trying to come up with creative scenarios for Jack. If he was especially prepared for disasters by the time she was done with him, it would only be because she was doing her job.

[Door is open and eeeee less than 10 hours until ( Read more... )

Ziva was looking particularly pleased as she put the finishing touches on her plans for her final. Whether or not this should make the students afraid was up to them. She had promised that those bumper car skills would come in handy, after all ( Read more... )

Ziva had fully intended to spend her office time simply planning out her final, but her mail forwarding to Fandom had finally kicked in, and all of her back issues of Guns and Ammo had finally arrived. Luckily, she was very good at doing two things at once.

[Door and post are open.]

Ziva was starting to get used to the amusing strangeness of this place, but she did not approve of things that made her students unconscious and upset. She'd set aside the lesson she had planned for tomorrow, and was working on a new one with a different idea. If it would cheer her up, she hoped it might do the same for her class.

[door's open!]

Ziva had woken up this morning in her normal human state - her naked normal human state, but that was an entirely separate issue - and aside from the lingering desire for a salad, she was feeling no effects from her transformation ( Read more... )